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//'  is  acknowledged  .■'•  the  beft  judges  if 
the  (acred  text^  that  the  Book  of  Pfalms,  in 
rigir.al  drefi,  \r  a  collection  of  the  mojl  eh 
and  fubtittte  coinpofxtions  that  are  to  be  found  in 
any  language  ;  and  it  has  been  often  lament-:  I 
fc >  much  of  the  piety,  dignity  and  poetic  excellent* 
of  the  original^  has  been  loft  in  all  the  attempts 
that  have  been  'jet  made,  to  give  us  a  literal  tra-f- 
lailon  of  it  in  Engiijh  verfe.  Many  Christians 
have  clfo  -wiped  to  fee  the  fuhfance  of  this  ex- 
cellent collection  cloathed  ;n  language  more  adapted 
to  the  brighter  discoveries  of  the  go'fpe',  arid  the 
ftate  of  the  Chr'tftian  worfhtp)  that  they  may  he  Jung 
yith  underft anding  and  devotion,  an.l  thereby  con- 
tribute to  the  elevation  and  improvement  of  the 
thrift i 'an  temper.  This  has  been  happily  executed 
by  the  learned  and  pious  Dr.  Watts  ;  and  the  Pfalms 
which  he  omitted  have  been  fuppiied  Ly  Mr.  Bar- 
low, nearly  in  the  fame  fpirit  and  ftile,  and  af 
local  references t  -which  ivere  found  in  Dr.  Watts' 
Imitation,  have  been  carefully  altered,  fo  as  to 
render  the  comHofxlion  better  adapted  to  the  cir- 
cumftauces  ofCbrijfiaus  in  every  country. 


T  H  E 

P  S  A  L  M  S    of    D  A  V  I  D, 

Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 
NEW     TESTAMENT. 


PSALM    I.     Common  Metre. 
The  ivay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and.  the  wicked. 

i   "OLESS'D  is  the  man  who  ihuns  the  place 
J3  Where  Tinners  love 'to  meet; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  {coffer's  feat. 
2  But  in  the  ftatutes  o£ the  Lord, 
Has  placed  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
t         And  meditates  by  night. 
[3  He  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind 
By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blafting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  itate.} 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profeffion  mine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  chillers  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  th'  impious  and  unjuft  : 

What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  ate  blown  away  like  duff, 
Or  chaff,  before  the  ftorro. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  fliall  not  Hand 

Among  thefons  of  grace, 
When  Chrift,  the  judge,  at  hrs  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

Bis  heart  approves  it  w«U ; 


4  PSALMS. 

But  erooked  ways  of  Tinners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM    I.     Short  Metre. 
The  faint  happy  %  the  [inner  miferable. 
t    'THE  man  is  ever  blefs'd 

Who  fhuns  the  Tinner's  ways, 

Among  their counfels  never  ftands, 

Nor  takes  the  Tcornei's  place, 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  Trudy  and  delight, 
Anndfr.  the  labours  of  thedav, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  lhall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root : 
Frcih  as  the  leaf  his  name  {hall  live, 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Not  To  th'  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  blelfingfir.d  : 
Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 

Before  that  judgment-feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Chriit's  right  hand 
In  full  afTembly  meet' 

6  He  knows  and  he  approves, 

The  way  the  righteous  go; 
But  finners,  and  their  works,  mall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM    I.     Long  Metre. 

The  difference  bctiveer.  the  righteous  and  the 

micked. 

i   l^APPY  the  man,  whole  cautious  feet 

Shun  the  broad  way  that  finner.s  go, 

Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheifts  meet. 

And  fears  ro  talk  as  feeders  do. 


PSALMS, 

2  lie  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 

A'.iiongfc  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hoars  of  night 
"With  pleafure  pondering  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  dreams, 

Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  ; 
And  Heaven  will  mine  with  kindeit  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin, 

4  But  finners  find  their  counfels  crofs'd  ; 

As  chaff  before  the  tempeft  flies, 
So  mall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
"When  the  lafc  trumpet  fhakes  the  flues. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 

In  judgment  with  the  pious  race; 
The  dreadful  Judge,  with  ftern  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  u  Strait  is  the  "way  my  faints  have  trode, 

"  Iblefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain, 
"  But  you  would  chafe  the  crooked  road  ; 


P  S  A  L  M    II.     Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern- 

Acts  iv.  24,   ire. 

Cbrift  dying,  riftng,  interceding)  and  reigning. 

[i  JyJAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 

Ofheav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fb  long  foretold 

By  David,  aie  fulfilled, 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  child.] 

3  Y/hy  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 

Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 


6  PSALMS, 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  defign ; 
Againfr.  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrirt  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupport  his  throne  ; 
He  that  hath  vais'd  him  from  uie  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 

PAUSE. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  fubjeft  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  plead., 
And  pleads  hi  3  heav'nly  birth. 

7  Beneath  his  fov'reignfway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend  : 
Far  as  the  world';,, re moteft  bounds 

His  kingdom  (hall  eV-tend. 
S  The  nations  that  rebel 

Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  y 
He'll  vtddicate  tho'e  honours  well 

Which  he  received  from  God. 
[9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  now 

And  worfhip  at  his  th-rone  ; 
With  trembling  joy,   ye  people,  bow 

To  God's  anointed  Son. 
10  If  once  his  wrath  arire, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  : 
Then  blerled  is  the  foul  that  flies 

Tor  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM    II.     Common  Metre- 

THY  did  the  nations  join  tc  fifty 
TM  Lord's  anointed  Son? 
they  caft  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpod  down? 


PSA    L    I»    S.  7 

2  The  Lard,   that  fits  above  the  fkies, 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eves, 
And  ft  rises  their  fpirits  through^ 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead; 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdo.m  fpread. 

4  "  Aik  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands  ! 
"   Thv  rod  of  iron  ihaH  deftroy 
u  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord  ; 
Adore  the  king  cf  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne  ; 

For  if  he  frowns  ye  die  ; 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

P  S  A  L  M    II.     Long  Metre. 
GhrtjPs  death ,  refurrefbion^  and  afeenfizn . 

i    \XfHY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 

The  Romans  why  their  fworas  employ 
Againft  the  Lord?    their  powers  engage 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy? 

2  <*  Come,   let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay  J 

il  This  man  mall  never  give  us  laivs  t" 
And  thu3  they  cail  his  yoke  away,    ' 
And  nail'd  the  monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 

Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  coatrouh; 
He'll  fmite  their  heart  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 

"  On  Zion's  everlaitiug  hill* 


8  PSALMS. 

*•  My  band  fhall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
"  And  he  ihall  iland  your  Sovereign  Hill/"' 
[5  His  wond'rous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth  : 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 

"  There  thou  fhalt  afk  and  I  beftow 
"  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands ; 

"  To  thee  their  fappHant  tribes  (hall  bow. "J  ] 

7  Cut  nations  that  refift  his  grace 

Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 
}I is  arms  <haH  crolh  th'  impious  race 
That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 
p  a  u  s  1. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  ; 
Nov/  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  zed  trymble  air  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 

Left  he  grow  wjgry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worids  unknown, 

His  love  gives  life  above  the  fky. 

id  His  {iovrt<z  (hall  quell  the  ftubborn  foe, 

And  fink  his  honour  in  the  duft  : 

Happy  fhe  (puis  their  G  >d  that  know, 

And  make  his  grace  their  only  truil. 

P  S  A  L  M    IJI.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  md  fears  fttpprt fed ;  or,  God  our  defence 

from  fm  and  S.itan. 

1  ]yjY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  t 

How  fart  my  foes  increafe  ! 
\J<>nfpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 

Thc-e'r  no  relief  in  Beav'rij 


PSALMS.  9 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  ftrengtb, 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear; 
I  call'd,  my  Father,  and  my  God, 
And  he  fabdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fned  foft  {lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  ipite  of  all  my  foes ; 
I  woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
Thai:  guarded  tnyre^oie-l 

6  What  though  the  hofts  of  Death  and  Hell, 

All  arm'd  againft  me  flood  ; 
Terrors  no  more  (hall  ihaks  my  foul, 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Ariie,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  : 
My  God  has  brok«  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
An^  Death  has  loft  his  {ting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  fave  : 
Bleliing  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  III.  ver.  i,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8,  Long  Metre. 
A  morning  pfalm. 

1  Q  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes 

In  this  weak  ftate  of  flefh  and  blood  I 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe  ; 
But  my  deter.-ce  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  dav, 

To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  crv; 
A  -2 


10  PSALMS. 

Thou  hcard'ft  "when  I  be^an  to  pra", 
And  rhine  Almighty  help  was  oigii. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav\.!y  aid. 

I  laid  me  down,  and  fiept  fecure  ; 
Not  death  fna'tl  make  my.heart  afraic^ 
Though  I  ihould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fufiJtn'd  me  all  the  night ; 

Salvation  doth  to  God  belong, 
He  raised  my  head  to  fee  the  lig'it, 

And  makes  his  praife  my  mcrnirg  fong. 

PSALM  IV.  ver.  i,  2,  3,  4,  5,6,  7-  Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  prayer  ;  or,  Cod  cur  portion,  una 
Ciitij]  our  hope. 

1  Q  God  of  grace  and  righteou'he.lf, 

Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  5 
Thou  haft  enlarged  me  in  diftrcfs. 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  Tons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 

To  turn  rny  glory  into  lhame  •• 
How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name. 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 

From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  : 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died. 

4  V/hen  our  obedient  hands  have  dene 

A  thoufand  works  cf  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  trull  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

u  Who  will  beftow  fome  earthly  good  ?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray ; 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  fhall  my  chearfu!  pow'rs  rejoice 

At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great, 


PSALMS.  I  C 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice, 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boafted  ilate. 

PSALM   IV.  ver.  .3,  4,  5,  8.  Common  Metre. 

An  evening  pf.i!;n. 

>i   J^O  RD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  : 
I  am  for  e  ver  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  f  n. 

2  And  w'iile  I  reft  my  weary  head, 

From  caves  and  buiinefs  free, 

}rTh  fweet  con ve rung  en  m/  bed 

With  my  onn  heart  and:tfiee. 

3  I  pay  this  ever/mg  facrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  .Thus,  with  roy  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 

Vl\  g'.ve  mine  eyes  to  ileep  ; 

Thy  hand  in  iafety  keeps  my  tia>s, 

And  Will  my  {lumbers  keep. 

PSALM    V.     Common  Me c- 
For  the.  Lord's  day  f^orning, 

i   LORD,   in  the  morning  thou  faalt  hear 
My  voice  a'cending  blgl"  ; 
To  thee  will  I  dire  A  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
2  Up  to  the  hi  lis  where  Chriit  is  gone 
Fo  plead  ft*  all  his  faint?, 
Prefeatingj  at  hU  Father's  throne, 
Our  tongs  and  our  complaints. 
S  Thau  art  a  God  before  whofe  fight 
The  wicked  lhall  not  ftand  ; 
Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 


12  PSALMS. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court. 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteoufnefs ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  attray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,   crum  the  ferpent  in  the  duft, 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  trufi, 
For  everihout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill' d  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them, 
With  favour,  as  a  mield. 

PSALM    VI.     Commoa  Metrti. 

Complaint  hi  Jickxefs  ;  or,   Difenfes  I 

i  JN  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftife; 
Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorrn, 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  ariie 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  fiefh  with  pain  opprefs'd, 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  •- 

I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 


P  S  A  L   M   S.  IJ 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  confimYd  with  grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,,  before 
Thine  hand  affords  relief  ? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpea£> 

He  pities  all  our  groans, 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 

Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
For  iilent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM    VI.     Long  Metre. 

Temptations  in  ficknefs  overcome, 

2   LORD5  X  canfuifer  thy  rebukes, 

When  thou  with  kindnefs  doth  chaflife  5 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  hear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife. 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel ; 
The  wounds  thine  heavy  baud  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 

3  See  how  in  nghs  I  pafs  my  days, 

And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night: 
My  bed  is  watered  with  my  tears; 
My  grief  confivmes  and  dims  my  fight, 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  move  ! 

How  long,  almighty  0od,  how  long? 
When  ihall  thine  hour  of  grace  return? 
When  ihall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong? 

5  I  feel  my  fleih  fo  near  the  grave 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair-* 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord 
For  all  is  duft  and  filence  there.      ' 


1  -:  •  P   S    A    L   M    S*. 

6  depart,  ve  tempters,  from  my  feu.?, 

^nd  all  defpaiting  thoughts  depart: 
rod  -vho  hears  t&y  humble  moan, 

Villeafe  my  fiefh,  and  chear  my  lieart. 

P  S  A  L  M    VII.     Common  Metre. 

irod'j  tare  o/.iis  peeple,  ani  pun-jlment  offer- 

fit tutors'. 

■i    *\/[Y  c/jiV  is  iri  :n  ■  heavily  friend, 
My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 
Ri%,  and  my  helpleis  life  defend 
From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 
2  With  in  faience  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  ibos  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 
,<$  it  c'e:  my  pnkfc  provok'd  them  livir, 
Or  once  abused  my  foe. 
Then  let  them  tread  m    life  toduft, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  ^:!ere  be  malice  feuid  in  me, 

DW  thy  piercing  eves ; 
I  mould  not  da  -e  appeal  to  thee. 
Nor  a&  my  God  to  rj  e. 

5  An >,  my  God,  lift  np  thy  hand, 

Their  p-ide  and  power  contror.J ; 
Awafe  to  judgment  and  command 
DeUv'cauce  for  my  foul. 

P   A  U  J  E. 

"f6  Let  miners  and  their  wicked  rage 
Be  humbled  to  the  duff  ; 
Shall  no;  t\fl&  God  of  trnth  engape 
To  vindicate  the  ■ 

7  He  know-  the  heart,  he  tries  the  rfcins, 
He  will  defend  th/  upright : 


«i;  ILarpeft  arrows  he  ordains 


Againft  the  fons  of  •pight. 


■ u '-'  e 


„i  leagued  hi  guile,  their  malice  fpread 
A-nare  before  m-y  v/av, 
Their  mifchiefs  on  tlreVr  impious  head- 
His  vengeance  {hall  repay.] 
j  9-  That  cruel  perfccutiug  race 

Maft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  : 
Awake,  my  foul,  and  prai.'e  the  grace 
And  j  uiiiee  of  tne  Lc  rd . 

P3AI,M    VIII.     Short  Metre. 

Gol's  fi-vereignty  &hd  goi>d?ieJ)\  and  man's  dsim< 

nion  over  the  creatures. 

1    0  LORD,  cur  heav'nly  king,  . 
Thy  name  is  ali  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread 
And  o'er  the  Leav'ns  they  mine. 
2 -When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wondering  eyes. 
And  fee  the  moon  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darkforne  fkies: 
$  J- When  I  farvey  the  frars,  . 

And  ali  their . mining  forms,  . 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing 
A-kin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 
•  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
That  thou  fhould  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to-  thine  angels  he  is  plac'd 
And  lord  of  all  below.  ? 

Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  beafh,  like  fkves,  ebev, 

.   ^"dj? that  cut  th*  air  with  wings, 
And  fife  that  cleave  the  fea. 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are 
And  wond'rous  arc  thy  ways  : 


i6 


P.SMMS. 


Of  duft  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 

A  monument  of  praife. 
[7  From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings  thou  cant!  draw 
Surprifing  honors  to  thy  name, 

And  ftrike  She  world  with  awe. 
8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  : 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpjread, 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine.] 

P  S  A  I.  M    VIII.     Common  Metre. 

Chy'iji's  coiuicfcerjxor.  and  glorification  ;   or,  God 
tnaie  man. 

1    Q   LORD,   our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  \ 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  (late 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 
.2.  When  I  heboid  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night. 
And  Alining  lrars  that  grace  the  iky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light, 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  mould'it  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ■ 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  frould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
IVIade  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

To  lave  a  dying  worm. 
5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own 

His  Godhead  and  his  pow'r. 
The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 

And  fi!h,  at  his  command, 


PSALMS.  17 

Bring  their  large  moals  to  Peter's  Het, 
Bring  tribute  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  lefler  glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  through  the  fle/hly  cloud  ; 
Kow  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  j 
And  his  eternal  honours  {bund, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  grsfet 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thine  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM    VIII.  ver.   1,  2.  paraphrafed. 

Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  hofanna  cf  the  children  ;  or,  Infants  praifing 
God. 

1  ^LMIGHTY  ruler  of  the  flcies, 

Th?ough  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made- 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife  ; 
And  babes,  with  uninitru«5led  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  power  affifts  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidfr  thy  temple  throng 

To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  j 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
And  loud  hofannas  fill  the  place- 


1 8  PSALMS. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefiS 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breads, 

While  Jewifh  babes  proclaim  their  king. 

PSALM  VIII.  ver.  3,  ire.  paraphrafcd. 

Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

A  lam  and  drift,  lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation. 

1  J^  O  RD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  lirir, 

Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  dull, 
That  thou  mould  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place > 

2  That  thou  mould  raife  his  nature  (&, 

And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 
Make  every  bead  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 

To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ! 
What  honours  ihall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who. condescended  to  be  born? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 

Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin; 

But  he  fhall  reign  with  power  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 

The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New-made  and  glorious,  (hall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM  IX.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

Wrath  and  mere y  from  the  judgment-feat. 

1    ^Y  I T  H  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong, 
Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  ftiame. 


PSALMS.  TQ 

i  1*11  fmg  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  {hall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd; 
To  fave  the  people  of"  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft.     -  - 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  tr"»il 

In  thy  abundant  grace  : 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  j  uft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  ov.  Zion*  s  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 
Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM    IX.    ver.  12.     Second  part 

Common  Metre. 

The  tvjfdom  and  eq^ilty  of  Providence. 

2   \7yHEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  j  uft, 
Shall  once  enquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  d*uft 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  Re  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raife  ; 
In  Zion's  gates,  with  cuearful  bi'eath. 
They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  fhall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet 

Into  the  pit  they  made; 
And  tinners  pevifh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thyjudgment,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  oounfels  known; 

When  men  of  mifehief  are  deftroy'd 

In  fnares  that  were  their  «wn. 


20  PSALMS. 

1>  A  u  S  E. 

5  The  wicked  fiiallliuk  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  tends, 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  fhall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 
To  judge  and  fave  the  poor, 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 

8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men. J 

PSALM    X.    Common  Metre. 

Prayer  heard,  and  faints  fa-ued ;  or,  Pride,  athc 

ifm,   and  opprejfion  punijfied. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  WHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far., 

And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  gre?.t  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 

Thyjuflice  and  thy  laws? 
Shall  they  advauce  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 

3  They  caft  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 

And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

■\   Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 
At  "end  our  humble  cry  ; 


PSALMS.  2 

No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  (land 
When  God  a/beads  on  high. 

p  a  v  s  E. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage. 

And  fay,  with  foolifh  pride, 
44  The  God  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
44  To  fight  on  Zion's  fide/' 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord, 

And  powerful  is  thine  hand, 
As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perifh'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray 

And  caufe  thwe  ear  to  hear  ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 

And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

8  Prond  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs, 

No  more  defpiie  the  juft  ; 
And  mighty  finnners  {hall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth  and  duft. 

:      PSALM    XI,     Long  Me,tre. 
Cod  loves  the  righteous,  and  hates  the  ivicked. 

j    MY  refage  is  the  God  of  love, 

Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
44  Fly  like  atim'rous  trembling  dove, 
44  To  diftant  woods  or  mountains  fly." 

2  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 

(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice  void, 

Where  fhall  the  righteous/eek  redrefs? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 

His  eye  furveys  the  world  below  ; 
To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

i,  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace, 


22  P  S   A    L    M    S. 

What  may  the  bold  tranfgreJTors  fear? 
His  foul  abhorr,  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  ftiall  rain 

Sulphureous  flames  of  wafting;  death. 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plafn 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  ang-.-y  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fcul% 

Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  (incere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

P  SvA  L  M    XII.     Long  Metre. 

The  faint's  fife  ty  and  hope  in  evil  times  ;  or,  Sins 
of  the  tofig.i:  complained  of,  viz.  blafphetfiyy 
falfe'jood,   &c. 

1  ^LMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  fave  ! 

For  vice  and  vanity  prevail : 
The  godly  periih  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crowds  are  met, 

Is  fili'd  with  trifles  lcofe  and  vain  ; 
Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane^ 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 

Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafphemmg  tongue. 

4  *<  Yet  fhall  o.ur  words  be  free,  they  cry: 

u  Our  tongues  (hall  be  controul'd  by  none  r 
<<    'Where  is  the  Lord,   will  afk  us  why? 
u  Or  fay,  our  lips  are  not  our  own?" 

5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  opprefsM, 

And  hears  th*  opprefTor's  haughty  ftrain, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
Nor  iha.il  they  truft  his  word  in  vair*. 


PSALMS.  2o 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,   though  often  try'd 

Void  of  deceit  fball  ftill  appear; 
Not  filver,  fev'n  times  purify'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  (hall  in  the  darken:  hour 

Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
rhough  when  the  vileft  men  have  power, 
On  ev'ry  fide  opprefTors  riie, 

P  S  A  L  M    XII.     Common  Metre. 

*'*   -',;  '•' :nt  of 'a  general  corruption  of  manners  ;  or 
The  promife  and  figns  of  Chriji's   coming   to 

judgment. 

JJELP,   Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

Religion  lofe.  ground ; 
The  foil's  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 
Their  oaths  and  promifes  thev  break, 

Yet  a&  the  flatterer's  part  ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 

And  with  a  double  heart. 
If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 

They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  : 
"  Are  not  our  lips  their  awn,   thev  cry- 

"  And  who  fhall  be  our  Lord  \3> 
\  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  raised  to  feats  of  power  and  pride, 

And  bears  the  fword  in  vain. 

PAUSE. 

Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 

And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 
is  not  thy  chariot  baft'ning  on  ? 

Haft  thou  not  given  tLe'iign  ? 


2  4  PSALMS. 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  ri^e, 

u  And  make  th'  oppreffors  flee  ; 
"  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprire, 
"   And  fetniy  fervants  free/' 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd, 

Through  ages  fhall  endure  ; 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

PSALM    XIII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  tinder  tettiptation  of  the  devil. 

1  J-JOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 

My  God,  how  long  delay? 
When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
That  chafe  my  fears  away? 

2  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab' ring  foul 

Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts; 
He  fpreads  a  miit  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep; 
Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  feaFd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  fhould  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ? 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  Tee  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  fhall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 


PSALMS.  2$ 

-  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  : 
I  fhali  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  thy  faivation  flag. 

PSALM  XIV.    Firft  part.     Common  Metre, 

By  nature  all  men  areftnners. 
I  TTOOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  lay, 
"  That  all  religion's  vain, 
"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 
?  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 
Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 
5  The  Lord  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 

Or  did  his  juitice  know. 
By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray, 
Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  handi 

There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 
Their  tougues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 

Their  (landers  never  ccafe  ; 
How  fwift  to  miichief  are  their  feet  I 

Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 
Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

ALM  XIV.    Second  part.   Common  Metse. 

The  folly  of  perfecutors. 
^RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
That  they  thy  faints  devour  I 
B 


26  P    5    A    L    M    Si 

And  never  worihip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'i  J 

2  Grt  at  God,  appear  to  their  iurprife  ; 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name; 
Let  L-hein  oo  more  thy  wrath  defpife? 
Nor  turn  oar  hope  to  fliarne. 

3  Doit  thou  not  dwell  among  the juft? 

And  yet  oar  foes  deride. 
That  we  Ihould  cake  thy  name  our  truft  : 
Great  Gj'A  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  th&t.  the  joyful  day  were  come 

To  finish  our  dtitrefs ! 
WbeaGtfd  hali  bring  his  children  home 
Qui  fojigs  fttall  never  create. 

PSALM  XV.     Common  Metre. 

C)Lf\n!hrs   of  a  faint,  or  a  citizen  of  Zior. .; 
r/.r  ^ualfjje&tians  of  .i  Chrifticn. 

i   WHO  Hull  inhabit  in  thy  bill, 
O  God  of  fcolihefs? 
4v  hotti  \  -ill  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
Sj  Etear  his  throne  of  grace?  . 

2  The  maa  that  walks  in  pious  way, 

And  work  i  a  ith  righteous  hand   ; 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  promised  grace, 
A  '-i c!  f ) ';  1  o  w r,  h  i ?  c  o  r.i  m an  d s. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart,, 

Will  cavca  believe  an  iiireport, 
N,.-  rhbour  wrong. 

,   -  ;,,.  we  lie  contemns, 

L  >■.-..-;  til  rhat  tear  the  LorH  ; 

hough  to  hi;  own  hart  he  Iweai  ?, 
,    ;  fqvBv  his  word. 

;  •*--...   j-ands  tfifdain  a golden  Drib*?* 
And  asver  wrong  the  pours 


r  s  a  l  m  s.  27 

This  man  mall  dwell  with  God  on  earth 
And  find  his  heav'u  feeure. 

PSALM    XV.      Long  Metre. 

Religion  andpcftice-  goadnefs  and  truflr,  or  duties 
to  God  and  man  ;  or,  The  qualifications  of  a 
Chrifiian. 

1  TXTHO  (hail  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

Great  God,  anddweil  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whole  hands  are  pure, -hole  heart  is  clean  ; 

Whole  lips  11  111  {peak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 
No  {landers  dwell  upon  his  tongue: 
He  hates  to  do  Ms  neighbour  wrong. 

"3  Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 

Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  (late  he  can  defpife, 
But  faints  are  honoured  in  his  eyes.} 
[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  ftood, 

And  always  makes  his  prornife  good  r 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears, 
Y/hatever  pain  or  iois  he  bears.} 
[5  He  r,e'~er  deals  in  bribing  gold  ; 

And  mourns  thatjuftice  mould  be  fold  5 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sv.eet  Charity  attends  his  door.} 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  tho'e  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  ; 

And  doth  to  all  men  Hill  the  fame 
That  he  would  hope  or  wilh  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holiefh  works  are  done, 

His  foul  depends  on  g'ace  alone  t 
This  is  the  man  thy.  face  fhall  fee, 
And  dwsll  £ij\-  ever>  Lard,  wit!*  tbee> 


2-8  PSALMS. 

PSAL  M    XVI.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 

Confeffion  of  our  poverty,  and  faints  the  befi  com- 
pany,  or,   Qoo J  works  profit  men,   not  Go  L 

I   pilS3ErWE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 

For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 

My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefs'd 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 

Mv  prahe  can  never  make  thee  bleiVd, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,   thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do; 
The  e  are  the  company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choicefr.  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  chufe  the  fans  of  mirth 

To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 
I  love  the  men  of  heav'nlv  birth, 

\7hu:'e  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSAL  M    XVI.    Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
e  -rif's   all-fujfit/erjcy. 

1  UOW  faft  their  guilt  and  fonows  rire, 

Who  hade  to  leek  Come  ic'.jl-god  ! 
I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 

Tneiroil' rings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 

And  nobler  food  to  live  upon, 
He  for  my  life,   has  ofFer'd  up 
Je'us,  his  beft  beloved  Son. 

3  Hislbve  is  my  perpetual  fenft; 

By  day  his  counsels  guide  me  right: 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  blefs'd 

Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 

At  my  right  hard  he  ft  and  s  prcpai'd 


PSALMS.  2 

To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM    XVI.   Third  part.    Loag  Metre. 
Courage  in  death^  and  hope  of  the  refurreciion, 

1  "^yHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 

His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice,  my  tongue, 
My  dying  fiefh  mall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  fielh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  ddft,  and  rife  on  high; 
Then  malt  thou  lead  the  wonti'rous  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  iky. 

4  There  fireams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow  ; 

And  fall  difcoveries  of  thy  grace, 
{Which  we  but  tafted  here  beio'w), 

Spread  heav'rilyjoys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM    XVI.  ver.  i,— 3.  Firft  part. 

Common   Metre. 

Support  and  counfel  from  God  -without  merit, 

i  g  AVE  me,  O  Lord  from  every  foe ; 

In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 

Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  ; 
1  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may  {till  rejoice, 
The  faint;,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

The  people  of  my  choice. 
Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 

And  v/brfhip  wood  orftone; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft  * 

Whiie  che  true  God  is  known. 


4  His  hand  p-ovides  mv  constant  food, 

He  fills  ray  dail/  cur. ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefenjt  g;.od 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  jov; 

His  counsels  are  my  Hgl  t  : 
He  ijive?.  me  Tweet  adtfce  by  dav, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night- 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-feeing  eye  ; 
Not  death,  nor  hell,  my  hope  mall  move 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSAL  M  XVI.  Second  part.  Commo.  Metre, 

The  death and  refurreftion  of  Cbrift. 

1  "   [  SET  the.  Lord  before  my  face, 

Cl  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart,  mv  tongue,  their  joys  exprefs, 
"  My  tic  in  mall  reft  m  hope". 

2  "  My  fpirir,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"  Whe'-e  fouls  departed  are  ; 
u  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
u  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raie  me  to  thy  throne, 
11  Thy  caurts  immortal  pleafure  give, 
"  Thy  pre  fence  joys  unknown." 
[4   Thus  in  the  name  of  Chriil,  the  Lord, 
The  holy  David  fang, 
And  providence  fulfils  tbe  \,  >>\\\ 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 
5  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 
Was  crucify'd  and  fiain  ; 
Behold,  the  tomb  it3  prey  restores  ! 
Sehold,  he  lives  again  ! 
6   XV'r.zw  Ami!  my  feet  arife  and  {land 
On  heav'n's  eternal  hilis? 


PSALMS.  .  31 

ere  fits  the  Sen  at  God's  right  bard, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles. 

PSALM    XVII.  ver.  13,  ire   Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  f  tints  and  ftnners  ;   or}    Hops  end  def- 
pair  in  death. 

1  A   RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
±\.   And  make  the.  wicked  flee  ; 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod, 

To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  finner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  ; 
Here,  in  this  life,  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boafi:  of  all  his  {tore  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wiih  no  more1. 

4  I  ihall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

A^d  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
Waih/d  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n begun 

When  I  awake  from  deatl  , 

Dreil  in  the  iikenefs  of  thy  Sop, 

And  draw  immortal  bre^t- 

PSALM    -VII.     Long  Kehe, 

■:e  (inner' s  pQrti&i  and  faints  hepe  ;  ory  The  her, 
ven  of  fepsrate  fouls,   and  the  refurreCtion 

j^ORD,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  ; 
"When  men  offpAte  againftme  join. 

They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 
Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
Tis  all  the  kappinefs  they  know. 


11  J'    S   A    L   M    S. 

'Tis  all  they  feek  ;   they  take  their  iha-e *  ; 
And  leave  the  reib  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  fmoers  value,  I  vefign; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 

1  fhallbefcold  thy  bKftfdl  face, 

And  {land  complete  in  righteoufneft. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow  ; 
But  the  bright  work',   to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubfiantial  and  fincerc  ; 
When  ih all  I  wake  and  i'ind  mc  t'Metfe  5 

5  O  glorious  hour  !   O  bleft  abode  ! 

A  fhali  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  8efh  and  iin  no  more  cor.troul 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  Myflefh  {hall  {lumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  bit  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  bnrft  the  chains  with  Tweet  iurprife 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM    XVIII.     ver.    1—9,   15— iS. 

Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

T)el!Veranbc  fr&m  deytetr ;  or,  Temptation  over- 

tome. 
i   rT/HEE  will  I  love,  0  Lord,  my  ftrength, 
My  rock,   my  tower,  my  high  defence; 
Toy  mighty  arm  Shall  be  my  trait, 
For  I  have  found  ial .  atian  thewe. 

2  Death,   and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Stood  round  me  with  their  ctifmal  fhade, 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  roie, 
Aud  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  lY.v  the  opening  gates  of  iiell, 

With  end'lefs  pains  and  ibvows  there, 
(Which  ijo',«  ifSt  tiiev  that  fell  can  tell) 
.  »  l  W&s  „;ir;,  'd  in  defpair 

4  la  mv  diftrefs  1  Bod, 

i   v....,v  \Am  toto*, 


PSALMS.  <£, 

He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 

And  prov'd  his  faving  grace  divine. 
[5   With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  Hght'ning  fhone 

The  face  of  my  deliverer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 

The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  o£  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 

Much  was  their  ftrength,   and  more  their 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  ftilj   [rage; 
In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fhall  record 

That  terrible  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

P  S  A  L  M    XVIII.  ver.  20,  26.  Long  Metre. 

Second  part. 

Sincerity  proved  and '  rsi.vc.rchi. 

1    LORD,  thou  haft  fee  11  rav  foul  fmcere, 
Halt  made  thy  troth  and  love  appear  : 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thv  laws, 
And  fchou  haft  pwr/d  my  righteous  caufe. 
Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walked  upright  before  thv  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart,' 
Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wandering  heart. 
What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  mv  breaft  ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  wichk, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 
That  fn  that  cloJe  befets  me  fti!1, 
That  works  andftrives  aaainfe  or?  will  . 


34  PSALM    S. 

When  mail  thy  Spirit's  fovereJgn  power 
Delroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more. 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fnallrind 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  flvaU  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 
The  |aft  and  pure  fhall  ever  ;ay, 

Thou  ar:  more  pure,  more  juit  than  they. 

?  S  A  L  M    XVIII.   ver.  30,  31,  34,  35,  46,  &c 
Third  part.     Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  God ;  or,  SalvJtion  2nd  triumph. 

1    TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
^    Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  behd*s  the  Lord  * 
Or  whereas  a  tefuge  like  car  God? 
2,  ?Tis  he  that  gird?-  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
Arid  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  ialvation  for  my  ihield. 

3  He  lives,  and  bleffings  crown  his  reign, 

The  God  of  my  ialvation  lives, 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  j 

While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fc  offers  of  the  age, 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  migUty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  ihame. 

5  T  >  David  and  his  royal  feed 

Tny  grace  for  ever  fhall  extend; 
Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrift,  their  head, 
Kjiaws  not  a  linui?,  nor  an  end. 


PSALMS.  TJ 

PSALM    XVIII.   Fir  ft  part.  Common  Merre. 

VfttoH  a!!<*  triumph  over  temporal  enemies. 
i    \V?  E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  ovir  ftrength,  our  heavenly  tov/V, 
Our  bulwark*  and  our  fhield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock,  \ 

And  find  a  fare  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  mines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  lightening  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon- the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions,  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And,  fwift  as  flames,  obey, 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  His  fierce  rebuke 

Whoje  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rais  for  thefield, 
With  all  their  dreadful  ikill ; 

Gives  them  his  awful  f-vord  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefs'd, 

For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

S  A  LM  XVIII.  Second  part.    Common  Metre, 

The  coti queror*s  fong. 
'T'O  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe,, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 


3«  PSALM  S. 

2  'Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  i'alvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cryy 

And  periih  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  powerful,  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 

His  name  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  viftory  givdk, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM   XIX.     Firft  part.    Miort  Metre. 
The  book  of  nature  and  fcripture. 
For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 

1  gEHOLD  the  lofty  iky 

Declares  its  maker  God, 

And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 

Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  fame  ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  cv'ry  different  land 

Their  general  voice  is  known 
They  Ihew  the  wonders  of,  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Ghriftian  lands  rejoice: 

Here  he  repeals  his  word  ; 
We  ace  not  left  to  Nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 


PSALM   S.  37 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 

Are  let  before  our  eyes, 
He  puts  bis  gorpeI  in  our  haads, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit^ 
His  promifes  for  ever  fare, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 
7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 
Affords  fo  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd, 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 
8  While  of  thy  works  I  ring,- 
Thy  glory.to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  ray  Redeemer's  name. 
?  >  AIM    XIX.      Second  part.     Short   Metre. 
Go.fs    -word    moji    excellent;    or,     Sincerity    and 
iL'citchfu  hi  efs. 
For  a  Lord's  day  mo  rain  g. 
gEHOLD  the  morning  fun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 
2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 
It  fpreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs*  - 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 
;  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  jull  j 
p'or  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurety  truft. 
\  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
"Are  thy  directions  giv'n  :' 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven  ! 


3  8  PSALMS. 

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5  I  heard  thy  void  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  [tray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways? 
Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumptuou:  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  fatsJts, 
And  cleanfcthis  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Who'e  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 
Accept  the  worfnip  and  the  long, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M    XIX.    Long  Metre. 

The  hooks  of  nature  and  fcripture  compared ;   0) 

The  giory  and  fuccefs  of  tiis  *of*ei. 

1  "THE  heavens  dec'are  thy  glow,  Lord, 

In  every  ftar  thy  goodfrefs  ihine^; 
Eut  when  onr  eyes  behold  thy  we.rdy 
We  read  thy  name  Ui  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,    the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  davs  thy  power  confeis; 
But  the  cleft  volume  thou  hall  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juitice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  ftar?,  convey  thy  p-a!.e 

Rour.d  the  whole  earth,   and  never  Hand; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  irs  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on.  every  land. 

4  Nor  fhall  thy  (breading  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the    »orldrh>  fcrtrttthin  run; 
Till  Chrifthas  al!  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light,   or  feel  the  ftm. 


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5  Great  Sun  of  righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Biefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light  \ 
Thy  go fpel  makes  the  fimple  v/i.e, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,   thy  judgments  light. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonder?  here  we  view, 

In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiven, 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 
PSALM    XIX.     To  the  tune  of  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm- 

Thd  hook  of  nature  and  fcrtjture. 
:    p  MEAT  God, the  heav'irhs  well  ordered  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 
There  thy  rich  works  vi'  wonder  ihine, 
A  thoufand  (tarry  beauties  there, 
'A  thoufand  radiant  marks- appear 
Of  boundlefj  pow'r  and  {kill  divine, 

2  From  night  to  dav,   from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heavenly  wifdo-m  read  J 
With  hlent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need^ „ 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftruetions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice. 
Tre  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eafr, 

Roils  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice? 
\  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles,  and  fpe&ks  Lis  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  mew  thy  praife  : 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fliin.es  j 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature^s  lines,, 

But  fairer  is  tie  book  of  grace. 

PAUSE. 

:  liove  the  volumes  of  thy  word? 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  avford 
To  fouls  benighted  and  di£reh. :; 


40  r  S  A  L  M  s. 

Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy. tear  forbids  my  feet  to  fa-ay. 
Thy  promifeleads  my  heart  to  reft 

6  From  the  diicov'ries  of  thy  lav/ 
The  perfect  rules  cf  life  I  draw  ; 

Thefe  are  my  fvudy  and  delight; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  talte, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  fumade  paft, 

Appears  i'o  pleaiir.g  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nidgs  wake  my  numbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thy  bleffed  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conference  clean. 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 
8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thought-.  I 
My  Goo  icrgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuoua  f.n  retire  it?; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  prai'e, 
Tb?.t  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,    not  in  vain. 

PSALM    XX.     Long  Metre. 
Prayer^  dud  bfips  of  viiftory. 
For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 
•  fOW  may  the  God  of_ppw'r  and  fnce 

Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  bears  when  1'rael  prays, 

:\i>i\  brings  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defend-, 

Wl  en  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls ; 
lie  from  his  'ancluary  fends 

Succour  and  ftrength  v. hen  Zion  calls. 

3  We  11  be  remembers  all  ourfigbs, 

His  love  exceed"?  our  heft  defer  ts  ; 
His  love  accents  the  facVifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts- 


PSALMS,  4T 

|.  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  Ifra'l's  God 
Our  troops  (hall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  ipread  their  flags  abroad. 
;  Some  truft  in  horfes  trained  for  war, 

And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  ; 
O'tr  lureit  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 

'6  O  may  the  memory  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  ! 
Our  foes  fhail  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.] 
*  Nov;  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavim  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  itrong, 
'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 

Ai-idjoy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM    XXI.     Common  Metre. 

Is.iitOfial  blcjjlngs  ucknomledged. 

JN  thee,  great  <3od,  with  fbngs  of  praife, 

Our  favourM  realms  rejoice  ; 
And,   blefs'd  with  thy  falvation,  raife 

To  heav'n  their  chearful  voice. 
Thy  fure  defence  through  nations  round, 

Hath  fore  ad  our  rifing  name, 
And  a!i  our  feeble  efforts  crowned 

With  fVeedcm  and  with  fau.e, 
In  deep  dutrefs  cur  iigur'd  land 

Implored  thy  power  to  lave; 
■For  life  we  prav'd  :   thy  bounteous  band 

The  timely  b'.eiling  gave. 

Thy  mighty  anfi,  eternal  Pow'r, 

Qipp43*d  tneir  deadly  aim. 
In  mercy  iwepc  them  from  our  fao;-e, 

And  Ipread  Dheir.fe.lis  \*uh..iliaai~- 
Oj:  thee,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  r$lv: 


42  PSALMS. 

Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 
6  Thus,   Lord,   thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declare, 
Aid  dill  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM    XXL    ver.   r, — 9.    Long  Metre. 

Cbrifi  exalted  to  ike  kingdom. 

1  J)  AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftre'ngth, 

Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
.     But  Qhrift,  the  Son,  appears  at  length, 
Fa'tils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  the  bleft  Meffiah'sjoy 

In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  ThygooJnefs  grants  whatever  he  will, 

Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  ; 
Bleflings  of  love  prevent  him  jffiil, 
And  crowns  ef  glory,   not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  mine; 
Blefs'd  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  (hall  find  oat  all  bis  £oc  s ; 
&od  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat,   and  living  co 

So  P.; all  thy  wrath  devour  their  icul',. 

V  S  A  L  M    XXII.    ver.   1,— 16.  Firfl 
Common  Metre. 
The  fufferings  and  death  of  Cl 
1   "WHY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfoolc. 
Nor  will  a  (mile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 


P    S    A    L    U    S, 

2  Though  'tis  chy  chief  deli  ght  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifing  faints, 
Yet  thou  canlt  hear  our  groans  as  well, 
Arid  pity  our  compluincs. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 

Ax  A  great  deliverance  found  ; 
But  I'm  a  worm  defpisM  of  met?, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

$  With  fnaking  head  they  pa fs  me  bjj 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 
11  Iti  vain  he  trufis  in  Goi,   they  cry, 
"  Neglected  audforhm." 

5  But  thou  art  he,  who  form'd  my  flefh, 

By  thine  Almighty  word  ; 
Atod  fmce  I  hung  upon  the  breafr, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  Hand  threatening  round, 
I'n  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  rx>t  an  helper  found? 
p  a  u  s  e. 

7  Behold  thrv  darling  left  i  mong 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encorapafs'd,  fierce  zr.d  iVong, 

As  lions  roaring  loud 
3  p'rom  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  frnart  ; 
Tuey  nail  my  hand',  trey  pierce  my  feet, 

And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 
Stet  if  thy  rbv'reig:-,  hand  let  loo'e 

The  Con  he  loves  fo  vrell? 

o  -My  God,   if  poiubie  it  be, 
Withhold  tbis  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  refign  ray  wdl  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 


43 


44  PSALMS. 

ii    My  heart  diifolves  with  pangs  unknown, 
In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down, 
Low  as  the  duit  of  death. 
12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And,   truft  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  dying  liefti  mall  reft  in  hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 

PSALM  XXII.  ver.  20,  21,27,  31.  Second  Part 
Common  Metre. 

1  "  JSJOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

*'   O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son, 
"  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"   The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone." 

2  Thus  did  our  fufFering  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears- 

3  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worihip  or  mall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  muft  arife 

from  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  fhall  be  reckoned  in  Ins  eyes 
For  daughters,  and  for  Pons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  Jhall  fee 

His  table  richly  spread  ; 
And  ail  that  ifeek  ;.':  L  >i  d  ihall  be 
V/iiujoys  immortal  ted 

6  The  ifiss  (bail  know  the  \ igkteoufoefi 

Of  our  incarnate  Sod, 
And  nations  yet  tinhorn  crolc'fs 
Salvation  in  lah>  blood. 


PSALMS. 

PSALM    XXII.     Long  Metre. 
Chrifi* s  fufferings  and  exaltation. 
]SJ0W  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 

The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complained  in  tears  of  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  /hake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn  ; 
u  He  refeu'd  others  from  the  grave  ; 
"  Now  let  him  try  himielf  to  lave. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
tl  God  was  his  rather  and  his  friend  ; 
"  If  God  the  bleiled  ioy'd  him  Lb, 

"  Way  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  >" 
\  Oh  favage  people  !  cruel  priefts  ! 
How  they  flood  round  like  raging  beafts  ; 
Like  lions  gaping  to  devour. 
When  God  hath  left  him  in  their  power. 
They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  bis  £eet. 
Tili  ltreams  of  blood  each  other  meet ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs. 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM    XXIII.     Long  Metre. 
God  our  fiepherd. 
JV]  Y  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

Now  (hall  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd  ; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 
In  paitures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  waters  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleil, 


AS 


3  M>  wander  Sake  ; 

But  he  reftores  my  ce, 

And  icacs  me  for  bis  mercy*3  fake, 
la  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

\    r  io*  I  walk  thr  ►'the  ale, 

Vv  lere  death  and  Tors  are-, 

M_v  be  i  "t  and  hope  ihali  neve;-  dj.il, 

For  God,  my  hepherd's  \v.:h.  m:  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darkneds  and  the  deeps 

Thou  ait  my  comfort,  thou  my  ftay  ; 
Thy  ftalf  fuppo^ts  my  feeble  -ten-, 
Taj  rod  directs  niv  dpabtfni  way. 

6  Th  -  fons  of  eavfh  and  fbns  r»f  hell 

G  ize  •  -  and  repine 

To   ree  ray  table  fpvead  fo  •. 

\'.'  ic.i  living  bread  and  chearful  wine. 

'L7  How  I  rejoice,   when  on  m>  head 
Thy  Spirit  condefcends  to  reft  ! 

a  divine  anointing  (Ned, 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  fealfc 
8  Svirel;  the  mercies  of  the  E 

Attend  his  hoofhoid  all  their  da 
There  will  I  dwell  to  bear  his  * 

To  fe'ek  his  dace,  and  ling  his  praiie.] 

A  L  M    IvXlII.    Common  Metre. 

1  \V[  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  Beed, 

Jeh  >yaH  i?  his  name  ; 
th  pafture.s  frefli  he  nutkes  me  t"eedy 
de  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  fpirit  back 

\  F\  en  [  lor  fake  his  v* 
And  leads  me  for  ni^  mercy's  fake 

In  oaths  of  truth  ana  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  fhadss  of  dcatl 

pi  :fcnce  is  roY  ftaw  ; 


r    3   A   L   M    S. 

.  One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 
1  Thy  hand,  in  fight  of  all  niv  foes, 
"  my  cable  fpread; 


Dleiimgs  overr..,w\? 


My  cup  wi 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head 

5  The  fare  pro  virions  of  my  God 

^  Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
On  PAay  thy  houie  be  my  abode 
And  all  my  work  be  psaii.e ■!  ' 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft 

.    (While  others  go  and  come)  ;  ' 
No  more  a  ftrapger  and  a  gueit, 
But  like  a  child  ac  home. 

P  3  A  L  M    XXIII.    Short  Mi 
^THELordmyfliepherdis 

-incehe  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 

V.  hat  can  I  want  befidr  ! 
He  leads  me  to  the  place 
i^Where  ueavenly  paftuw grows, 
,  ^  .       .,  •  ^.  •  d  l,ej  s  g,e"tl\  pais, 

fre'erl  go  a&rav, 

kndl-^Z^i^f^v;. 


V,  ! 


TVt  •*  I 


And 


•o'  death?!  dark 
i  me  there. 


tead- 


48  PSA   E  M   S. 

k  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM   XXIV.    Common  Metre. 
p-welling  -with  Ccd. 
i  THE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 
With  Adam's  numerous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  who  among  the  Cans  of  men 

May  visit  thine  above' 
He  that  bar,  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  bleflings  of  his  grace  ; 
Thh  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  leek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlalting  doors, 

The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might? 
He  rules  the  nations;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  in  his  deligh. 

PSALM    XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
S.tft.-ts  dwell  in  heaven;  or,  Chrijl's  afcenfitn. 

1  THIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

And  men  and  worms,  and  bealts  and  birds 
He  rr.is'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palaee,  Lovd,  above  the  iky; 
Who  fltal:  afcend  thatble/s'd  abode, 
And  dwell  i'o  near  his  maker  God  ? 


P   S   A    L   M    S,  4? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin 
Whole  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean. 
Htm  mall  tne  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufneis. 
4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob  's  face  : 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  e'vei-Iafting  light. 

PAUSE. 

f  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high. 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ] 
Who  can  the  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

'  if  htfav'nlv  gates,  your  leaves  dlfblav, 
To  make  tne  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way  : 
Laden  and  fpoiJs  from  earth  and  hell", 
Tne  Lonqu  ror  comes  with  God  to  dwelf. 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  in'  aWfel  itete 
He  opens  heaven's  eternal  gate        ? 
To  glve  his  faints  a  blefs'd  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM    XXV.     ve,^rr.    Flrft 
Snort  Metre. 
Waiting  for  pardon  and  diretfion. 

I  LlFTmyfoultoGod, 

My  truft  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
^  >tm  triumph  in  my  mame. 
Sin,  and  the  powers  of  hell, 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  / 

4w  TkC  me,knoxv  thv  covenant  well, 
I  That  I  may  'Jcape  the  fnare. 

mm  beams  of  dawning  light 

jj   Tl!l  evening  (hades  arife, 

,0xrJhyfal^ion,  Lord,  I  wait, 

.With  ever  longing  eves.  r 


$0  P    S    A    L    M    S. 

4  Remember  al]  thy  .grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth; 
Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  day:, 
And  follies  oi'  my  yputh. 

5  The  Lord  is  jnft  and  kind, 

The  meek  mall  learn  his  Ways; 
And  ev'ry  humble  finne.r  find 
The  methods  of  his  graee. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs'  fake 

He  faves  my  foul  frcm  flisme  j 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  he  great) 
Through  ray  Redeemers  name. 

PSAL.M    XXV.    ver.   *2,   14,  id,   1$, 
Second  par,t.    Short  Mct:e- 
Divine  inftrufti  w. 
1   vyHEUZ  (hall  the  mar  he  fe 

That  Pears  J  bHIferid  his  G.'d, 
Thatlove.s  t!~e  ^ef-vej'r-  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  roc:  > 
1  The  Lord  a:  all  make  Km  kncv 
Tne  feerets  of  his  bear*, 
The  wonders  of  his  eo\*nant  fho.w, 
And  all  his  love  imy  a 
5  The  dealings  qf.bis  paw  *r 
Are  truth  and  n  ■■- 

•  h  as  keen  ■  \-  cov'naot 
And  1-vc  to  do-. Ids  *ill. 
4  The:-  fbttl  fhall  &  veP  -■  e*fe, 
Before  thejrMaVer*s  lace  ;. 
<p-  ejr  fee(j  (hall  taffe  tl  :  promises 
In  their  exteefive  grace. 
fSAi'^l    XXV.   ver.    k-:i     TIi;."d  pat 

S^ort  Metre. 
Dr^«^  of  foul;   or,    BhctfidfrnS  anl  J^'tla 
1    ryr  IMF.  eyes  and  ra  •  de   n 
Are  cvejrto  the  Lord* 


P  SAL   M  S,  $i 

I  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace. 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 
a  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 

Bring  thy  falvation  .near ; 
When  wilt  thy  hand  affiii  my  feet 

To  'feape  the  deadly  fnare? 

3  When  fnall  the  fov*reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God. 
Pi.eftore  me  from  thole  dang/rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  S 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Do tn  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 
My  fpirit  languiihes7.m:y  heart 
3s  defolate  ai.d  low, 

5  With  every  morning  light 

My  fo-rrow  new  begins ) 
Look  on  my  anguiih  and  my  pain  , 
Aj&d  pardon  all  my  fins. 

P   A  U   S  £, 

6  Behola,  the  hofts  of  helf? 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  I 
Agaiait  nvy  life  they  rife,  and  join. 
"Jheir  fury  with  dsceit. 

7  Gkeep  my  foul  from  tTeaf&j 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fliarne  ;; 
For  I  have  placed  my  only  trufe- 
In  my  Pved  earner's  nanii. 
§  With  bumbfe  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  £. 
Of  Ifra-Tit  fhall  ne'er  be  faitF, 
Ife  fought  the  Lord  in  vam- 

?  S  A  L  M    SSVI.     Long  Metre, 

Self-cx:imnidtici:  -r,  or,.  Evidence?  of  graze, 

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My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit, 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear, 

Array' d  in  robes  cf  innocence; 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  ; 
There  mall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

.  Let  not  my  foul  be  jois'd  at  'aft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pais'd 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM    XXVII.   ver.  i,   6.    Firft  part 
Common   Metre. 

The  church  is  our  delight  andjafety. 

i   'THE  Lore1  of  glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  mv  ftrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 
i    2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires ; 
O  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  Cod  ! 

There  mall  I  offer  my  requefts, 

And  fje  thy  beauty  (Hli  : 
Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 

[And  there  enquire  thy  will. 
^n  troi-bles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear, 
There  mav  his  children  hitte  ; 


PSALMS.  53 

God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

Now  fkall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  fongs  of  joy  and  vi&ory 

Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM   XXVII-  ver.  8,  9,  13,  14. 
Second  part.    Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  hope. 
gOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 

"  Ye  children,  feek  my  grace/'' 
My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
"  Tllfeek  my  Father's  face." 

Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away; 
God  of  my  life,  I  flee  to  thee 

In  a  diftrefiing  day. 

Should  frieuds  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die., 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 

And  all  my  need  fupply. 
My  fainting  fiefh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foal  believed, 
To  fee  thy  gra.ce  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints., 

And  keep  your  ceurage  up  ; 
1  Ke'iJ  raife  your  ipirit  when  it  faints, 

And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM    XXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

God  the  refuge  of  the  afflicted, 

~£Q  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raKe  my  cries  ; 
My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear; 
Tot  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 


54  PSALMS. 

2  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hiiJ, 

I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  prav, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  (till 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  falfehood,  that  dcfpUe 

The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  But  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Whofe  mercy  hears  my.  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,   that  trufted  in  his  word, 
In  his  falvation  fossil  rejoice. 

5  Let  every  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God  ; 
Then  grawt,  ©  Lord,  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heavenly  food. 

PSALM   XXIX.     Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  thunder. 

1  QIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 

Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 

Thro'  every  ocean,  every  iand  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command, 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail,  and  wind, 

Lay  the  wide  forefl  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind, 

Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 

And,  lo,  the  {lately  cedars  break  ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noi  c , 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 

The  Thund;rer  reijrns  for  ever  King} 


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6  In  gentler  hirrguage,    there  the  Lord 
The  courdel  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Anudft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  wed 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM    XXX.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre, 
Skknefs  hea/e.i,  and  forrozi's  removed. 

r    I  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
'  At  thy  command  difeares  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave: 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love  ; 
Let  all  your  pow'is  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  bu£  a  moment  flays  ; 

His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  ftar  restores  the  joy. 

SALM  XXX.  ver.  6.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 
Health,  ficknefs,  and  recovery. 
pIRM  was  my  health,   my  day  was  bright. 
And  I  prelum' d  'twould  ne'er  be  night ; 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart-, 
"  Pleafure  and  peace  fhali  ne'er  depart.'-' 
But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong. 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  fo  long  ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 
My  health  was  gone,   my  eomforts  died. 
I  cried  aland  to  thee,  mv  God, 
I  What  canfl  thoa  profit  by  my  blood? 
**  Deep  in  the  duft  can  I  declare 

Thy  truth,  or  ling  thy  goodr.efs  there  ? 


5&  PSALMS. 

I  "  Hear  me,  G  God  of  grace,   (I  faid) 
"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :'* 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  lu/e  removed  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woet 
Are  turned  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 
I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  ea-e  and  gladnefs  gird  ma  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  g'ory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  thro^  earth  and  heav'r 
For  •ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM    XXXI.    ver.   5,  13, — 19,   22,  23. 

Fiat  part.    Common  Metre. 

Deirver&ice  from  death, 

1  rjPO  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 

My  fpiiit  I  commit j 
Thou  halt  redeemed  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  Defpair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear, 

Maintained  a  doubtful  ft  rife  ; 
■  'While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin,  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,"  I  criec 

"  Though  I  draw  near  the  dufi 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hids, 
The  God  in  whohi  I  I 

4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervai.t  mine, 
And  lave  me  for  thy  mertoy's  fal 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

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5  'Twas  in  my  hafte  my  fpint  faid, 

"  I  muft  defpair  and  die, 
"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes;" 
Hut  thou  haft  heard  my  cry. 


PSALMS.  57 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free! 

How  fweet  thy  fmiling  face, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promised  graee. 

7  Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 

And  fing  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 

And  recompence  the  proud. 
PSALM    XXXI.    ver.    7,   33,    n,  21. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  frem  flanier  and  reproach. 

1  TyiY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 

My  God,  myheav'nly  truft  ; 
"Thou  haft  preferv'd  me  free  from  fhame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  daft. 

2  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,"  I  cried, 

"   My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
*k  My  i'trength  decays,   mine  eyes  are  dried. 
"  And  farrow  waftes  my  boaes." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  every  fide 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  applied, 
And  ipeedy  refcue  found- 

P   A   V  S  L. 

How  great  deliverance  thou  haft  wrbuglrt 

Before  the  ions  of  men1. 
The  lying  lips  to  iilence  brought, 

And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 
Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongue > 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs 

And  cruih  the  Ions  of  pride. 
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5'i  PSALMS. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord7 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell: 
No  fenced  city,  wali'd  and  barr'ci, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXII.     Short  Metre. 
Forgivenefi  of  fins  upon  coufej/ior.. 

1  0H  blefied  fouls  are  they 

"Whole  fins  are  covered  o'er  ! 
Divinely  blefs'd  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  paflr, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care, 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fmcere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 

I  fek  the  fcft'rihg  wound, 
'Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee; 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  -diilrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM     XXXII.     Common  Metre 

Free  pardon  and  fvicere  obedience;  or,   Confijjup 
and  forgive?iefs. 

i   LiOW  blefs'd  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
Ho  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wafli'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood. 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

2  And  blefl:  beyond  expreffion  he 

Who  e  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
Pie  feels  his  foul  enlarged. 

3  His  fptrk  hates  deceit  and  lies^ 

Ilk  words  are  all  fiacexe  \ 


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He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes. 
To  keep  his  confcience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fupprefl, 

No  quiet  could  I  find; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack"*d  msy  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  cor.fefs'd  my  troubled  thought", 

My  fee  ret  fms  revealed, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faulty 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  Sball  invite  thy  faints  to  praj  ; 

When,  like  a  raging  flood, 
Temptations  rife,  our  iirength  and  ftay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

PSALM    XXXII.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre- 

Repentance  end  free  pardon;  or,  Jtifiificrtion  and 

f.ir.Cirfrcation. 

j   T4l/ESSPD  is  the  man,  for  ever  b!ers'd, 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd^by  his  God,, 
Whofe  fins  with  fsrrcw  are  confefsM, 
And  covered  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Before  his  judgment,  feat  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  : 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  en  works,  but  grace,  relic"- 
v  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free. 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear. 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree. 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  f  ncere. 
4  How  glorious  is  that  rightecufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins? 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  fnines. 


60  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXXII.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 

A  guilty  conference  eafed  by  confejfton  and  pardon. 

i   "yyHILE  I  keep  filence,  and  conceal 
My  heavy  guiit  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  conference  feel  \ 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart  1 

2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  fecret  faults  confeis; 

Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 

Thine  holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  fhall  every  humble  foul 

Make  fwift  addreffes  to  thy  feat; 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  fhall'they  find  a  blefs'd  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  ftorms  appear  !■ 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Works  of  creation  and  prwider.ee. 

J    REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
This  work  belong?  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  juft,  and  true  ! 

2  Kis  mercy  and  his  righteoulhefs 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclai 
His  works  of  nature  and  of 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  na 

3  His  word,  with  energy  di 

Thofe  heav'nly  arc 
Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  ihjne, 
And  light         beav\n£  pe;- 

4  He  taught  the 

To  fehi  ...  ted  deep; 


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Bade  raging  leas  their  limits  know, 
And  ftill  their  ftatibri  keep. 
5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacicus  earth, 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth? 
And  refts  on  his  command. 
5  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  cefigns ; 
His  counfei  ftands  through  ev'ry  age,. 
And  in  full  glory  fhines, 

'SALIVI  XXXIII.  Second  part.  CommoirMerp?,- 
Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fufficient. 
J^LESS'D  fs  the  nation  where  tbe  Lord 

Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne: 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word 

And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 
His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  j 
He  form'd  us  ali  of  equal  clav; 

And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 
Kings  are  not  refcu/d  by  tbe  force 

Oi"  armies  from  the  grave  ; 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 

Can  his  bold  rider  lave. 
Fain  is  the  hrength  of  beafts  or  men, 

Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 
5ut  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 

A  ilrong  and  fure  defence. 
3od  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft  ; 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
lis  watchful  eye  fecures  the  Jaft 

Among  ten  thoufand  dead/ 
■ord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoJct, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throiJe  ' 
or  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 

And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 


'-. 


PSALMS. 


PSALM  XXXIII.  As  the  113th  Pfafin.  Firft  part 

Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

t   VE  holy  fouls j   in  G^d  rejoice, 

Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  veice, 
Great  is  your  theme,   your  fangs  be  new  ; 

Sing  of  his  name,  his -v/ord,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  natcir,   and  of  grace, 
How  wi  e  and  hoivy.iufi  and  true  ] 

2  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends 

Ills  goodnefs  flows,   his  truth  extends; 

His  pow'r  the  h-?\ '*.:;/  arches  ipread  ; 
His  word,  ^.  iih  energy  divine, 
Bade  ftarr*  holts  around  them  fnine, 

And  light  the  circling  heavens  pervade, 

3  His  hand  collets  the  flowing  feas  ; 
Thole  wat'ry  tjreafures  know  their  place. 

And  fill  the  ftore-boufe  of  the  deep  : 
.    He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth; 
And  tire":  and  feas,    and  heav'u  and  earth. 
His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble -and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r  ; 

Nor  i\x;z  indulge  their  feeble  rage 
Vain  are  your  the'ts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
-    B".t  his  eternal  counfel  Hands-, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

P  SALM    XXXIIL     As  the- J  13th  F 

Sace&d  part.  , 

C>  eatures  varn^  0$H  Cod  dl-fwju 
!    (jH  hspy  uavl  the  Lord 

Reveals  the  treafiirt  of  his  word, 
And  buiid*  his  church,  Ids  earthly  thronej 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furvey-. 
He  fot  m'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  Iheir  -vayj;; 
But  CJpd  t'jjir  maMr  is  unknayji. 


P  S  A   L   M  3,  63 

a  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  heir, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft ; 

In  vain  they  boafr,  in  vain  rety  ; 

In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 

Or  ipeed,  or  courage  of  an  hprfe, 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly, 

\\  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord     ; 

Doth  more  fee u re  defence  afford;    " 

When  deaths,  or  dangers  threat'nia?  "and  I 
Thy  watchful  eje  preferves  the  juf, 
Who  make  thy  name  their -fea-r  and  trail 
"When  wars  or  famine -wait  3  the  kind. 
In  fickneis,  or  the  b£ood.y-£eid; 
Our  great  Pbyileiaaaed  our  Shield 

Shall  lead  falvation  from  his  throne  5 
We-wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  mine  ;     * 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God -alone.    -'- 

SALM    XXXI  V,-~Fk&  part.    Long  Met--, 
:Fs  care  of  the  fahits  ;  or,  Deliverance  by  prayer-, 
LORD,  Twill  blefs  the -all  my  days"/   ..' 

Thy  praife  ihalf  dwell  upon  mv  tongu-  : 
My  ibul  ft  all  glory  in  thy  "g  race   - " 

Wh3e  faints  rejeiee  to  fear  the  loatr. 
Come,'-  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

Let  evVy  heart  exalc  his  name  ; 
I  fought-  th?  eternal,  God,  and  he 

Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  ihame. 
ptold  him  all  my  feeret  grief, 

My  fecret.groaning  reached  his  ear  ; 
rle  gave  -my  inward  pains  relief, 

And  calm'd  die  tumult  of  my  fears. 
Fo  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eve-,      . 

With  heavmly  joy  their  face?  ibine, 
i  beans  of  mercy  from  the  ikies 

Fills  them- with  ligft*  and 'love  tG*is©* 


54.  PSALMS. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  ; 
Oh  fear  and  iove  him,  all  his  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  piuch'd  with  pain 

And  hunger,   roar  through  all  the  wood  ; 
Bet  iu»ne  (hall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fuppiies  of  real  good. 

PS  ALM    XXXIV.   ver.  n,  22.    Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

•  Religious  edziat ion;  or5   Inftruciion  of  piety. 

i   PHILDREN,  in  years.and  knowledge  young, 
Your  parent*'  hope,  >  our  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  couafels  of  my  tongue. 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  deSre  a  length  of"  days, 

And  peacej   to  crown  your  mortal  fratc, 
Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways. 
Your  lips  from  ilanoer  and  deceit. 
3 ,The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  ciie--;; 
iie  lets  his,  iVovy.ning  face  againft 
The  funs  of  violence  and  lies. 

•  To  huaihile  iV.-.k  and  broken  hearts 

God  with  his  gna<££  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  1 1 i s  lave  imparts, 
"When  afen  in  deep  contrition  lie. 
5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans. 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death., 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 

PSALM    XXXIV.  *>■?•>:   i,— io.  Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Prayer  an  J pr  j,rfe  for  eminent  deliverance* 
\    I'LL  blefs  tlvr  Lord  from  day  to  day. 
osv  yood  are  all  hi  •  \xayt  '■ 


PSALMS.  6$ 

\  Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  fuff  'rer  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  ihame, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threatening  forrows  round  me  Hood, 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 

E.edoubiing  all  my  woes : 
I  tnld  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  : 
He  gave  my  (harped  torments  eafe, 

And  illenc'd  all  my  fears. 

PAUSE. 

5  O  finners,  come  and  tafle  his  love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleaiant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 

The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 
He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Hound  where  his  children  dwell : 
What  ills  their  heavenly  care  prevents 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

!  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  J 

His  eye  regards  the  juft ! 
Hoy/  richly  bleft  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  trull ! 

Young  lions,  p in ch'd  with  hunger,  rear, 

And  iamifh  in  the  wood: 
E.-t  GJod  fnpplies  his  holy  poor 

\7  ith  ey'ry  needful  good.] 

S  A  L  M  XXXIV.  ver.  1 r,  21,     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Exhortation  to  peace  and  lollnefs. 
QOME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
And  that  your  days  be  long, 


66  P  6   A  L   M   S. 

Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  ruifchief,  praetife  lov-e. 

Purfne  the  works  of  peace; 
So  fliail  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  j air, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry: 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tafls 

Are  fnarp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord,  that  faves  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now, 

5  Evil  fnall  fmite  the  wicked  dead; 

But  God  fe cures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mi  chief  when  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God7 
For  he  redeemed  their  fouls. 

PSALM     XXXV.     ver.   12,  r3,  14. 
Common  Metre. 

L9V e  to  enemies  ;  01*,  The  love  of  Cbriji  to  fianers 
typified  in  David. 

1  gEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 

That  boly  David  mows  : 
Behold  his  kind  companion  move 
For  his  afflicted  foes ! 

2  When  they  are  fick  his  foul  complains, 

And  feeras  to  feel  the  fmart ; 
Tne  fbirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  d.d  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 


P  S  A   L   M   3  c  67 

And  fafting,  mortifyM  bis  fen], 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd, 

4  They  groan'd,  and  enrs'd  him  on  their  bed. 
Yet  ftill  he  pleads  and  mourns; 

And  double  bleffings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heavenly  grace  ! 
Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  ; 

While  llnners  curfe.,  the  Saviour  prays3 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,   the  true  David,  Ifra'i's  King, 
Bie:Vd  and  belovM  of  God, 

To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 
Pay'd  his  own  deareft  blood, 

PSALM    XXXVI.    ver.  5,  9.     Long  Metre* 

yfbe  perfections  and  providence  of God  ;  or,  Gen' 
era!  providence  and  f fecial  grace. 

1  J^IGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhines  j 

Thy  truth  fhali  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 
As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 

Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beail  thy  bounty  (hare  ; 

The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 
%  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fpvings  3 

The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 
Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  proviilons  of  thy  houfe 
We  mall  be  fed  with  ftreet  repaft  j 


6S  PSALMS, 

There  merey,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brintt  falvation  to  oar  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord; 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fliall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM    XXXVI.    ver.    i,  2,   5,  6,  7,  9. 

Common  Metre. 
Practical  atheifm  expcfed  ;  or,  The  being  and  at- 
tributes of  God  averted, 
i    "^yHILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 
"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none.'* 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  How  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  b'incb  their  eyes* 

But  there's  a  haft'niug  hour 
When  they  fliall  fee,  with  fore  furprife., 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r.v  - 

4  Thy  juftice  mail  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  awa;>  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  lea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercy,   Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nahve  e 

6  Safety  to  ma:!   thy    .  i°£s> 

Nor  ovei  looks  the  fc 
Beneath  ■  ngs 

Thy  children  chuie  to  tq-H. 
[7  From  run  lowj 

And 


P  S   A   L   M  S. 


Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fcall  Sow, 

And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyesj 

Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day. 

Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

PSALM   XXXVI.   ver.i,_7.  Short  Metre. 
'he  -wickedneSs  ef  man,  and  the  majejh  oS  Got:  or, 
Pra&ical  afheifm  expoSed. 
■\YHEN  man  grows  bold  in  fe 
My  heart  within  me  cries    ' 

ueJ*thr    "°    falth    °f  G°d  With&-, 

Nor  fear  before  his  eyes/-" 
He  walks  a  while  conceai'd 
In  a  felf-flatering  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  rsveal'd. 

Expose  his  hateful  name.] 
Mis  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  • 
BSfdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul! 
And  leaves  no  gocdnefs  there.  - 
le  plots  upon  his  bed 
New  mischiefs  to  fulfil  ; 
|fets  his- heart,  and  hand;  and  bead 
To  practife  all  that's  ill.  "       ' 

at  there's  a  dreadful  God/ 
Though  men  renounce  his  fea~- 
^J^ice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
pill  one  great  day  appear. 
4  truth  tranfcends  the  ikv, 
Tn  heav'r.  his  mercies  dwe"  • 
ep  as  the  fea  bis  judgments  Iv, 
ms  anger  burns  to  hell, 
w  excellent  his  love, 
Whence  ail  our  fzfetv  fprjisgs  ! 


69 


j.j  p  S  ft  t  M    •• 

O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings  ! 
P  S  A  L  M    XXXVII.  ver.  i.—  ij.    Firft  part 

Common   Metre. 
The  cure  of  envT,frctj  ■  tnbiliefiri 

The  re -a. iris  of  t 

'YHY  !^ould  x  vex  m^  fgu1,  and  iiet 

To  fee  the  Wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  fwroers  waxing  g;eat 
By  violence  &B<i  lie"? 
2  As  ftaw'ry  grak,  cut  down  at  noon, 
Before't'e  evV 
Softia  vanUhsfoon 

In  everl^ing  fhaies- 
a  Then  let  me  I  on!  my  trail, 

°       And  pra&ife  all  that's  gone; 
So  ihuii  1  dwell  among  the  juit, 
And  he'll  provide  me  iood. 
4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  toramir, 
And'  chearfral  wait  his  will : 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  ray  doultful  feet,, 
Shall  my  denies  fulfil. 
5  Mine  innocence  fhalt  thou  difplay, 
And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  iight?o£  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 
(  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  pofiefr, 
Avd  are.  the  hei-s  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humbie  fouls  are  gjv*n. 

PAUSE-      - 

7  Red:  in  the  Lord,  and    :eep  his  way* 
Nor  let  vour  angev  rife, 
Though  providence  Ihouidlong  delay; 
Topuuiui  haughty  vice. 
3  Let  fnners  join  to  break  your  peace t 
And  plot,,  iaadrage,  aad  u 


psalms.  7r 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 
)  They  hare  drawn  out  the  threatening  fword, 
Have  bent  the  raurd'rous  bow, 
To  Hay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
Aad  bring  the  righteous  low, 
o  My  God  ihalJ  break  their  bows,  and  burn 
|    ;     Their  perfecuting  darts  ; 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn, 
And  pierce  their  ftuhborn  hearts. 

PSALM    XXXVII.    ver.   16,   21,   26,   ?r. 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
irziy  to  tb^cor;  or,  Religiovm  words  and  I.  c  is 
\yHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boafr, 

And  grow  profanely  bold  * 
Th?  n^aneft  portion  of  tbejuft, 

Excels  the  finners'  gold. 
The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne*sr  designs  to  pay; 
The  faint  u  merciful,  and  lendi? 

Nor  turns  the  poor  awav, 
Bis  alms,  with  liberal  hearr,  he  ^ves 

Amongft  the  ions  of  need  ;. 

i"  mem*rV  to  Jong  ages  live? 
nd  b'eiied  is  his  ?eed. 
3is  lips  abhor  to  tilk  profane, 

To -dander  or  defraud; 
m  ready  tongue  declares  to  men* 

What  he  has  learned  of  God. 
"he  law  andtgafpeS  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  bis  heart  abide  5 
-ed  by  the  Sprit  and  the  V/wdL 

riis  feet  (hall  never  hide. 

k<i  W«  fal£,  thetighitcotiiml 


Pve fervid  £ 


atvom  sv'rv  :hare 


72  r   S  A  L  M  S. 

They  mail  poffefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM   XXXVII.  ver.  23, — 37-  ™ird  Part- 
Common  Metre. 

The  -way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked. 

1  ft/IY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 

Are  order'd  by  thy  will; 
Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  ft  ill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approve?. ; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves, 
a  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home;  ^ 

He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  ueirs 
Of  bleflings  long  to  come. 
4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  (hail  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  juftice  calls  them  down- 

PAPS  E. 

5  The  haughty  firmer  have  I  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And,  lo,  he  vaniih'd  from  the  ground, 

Deftro  >'M  bv  hands  unfeen  ; 
Nor  rooti  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fev'rnl  fteps  attend; 
True  pleafiire  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
peaceful  is  his  end. 


PSALMS.  73 

PSALM   XXXVIII.    Common  Metre, 

Guilt  of  conference  and  relief ;  or,  Repentance  and 

prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 
I  AMIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord  ; 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 
I  Thine  arrows  (tick  within  my  heart, 
My  flefh  is  forely  prefs'd ; 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 
',  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  beaiy 
Too  hard  for  me  t'atone. 
i  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 
That  finks  my  comforts  down  ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 
Lord,  I  am  weaken'd  and  difrnay'd, 

None  of  my  powers  are  whole  ; 
My  wounds  with  piercing  anguiih  b!eeds 

The  anguifti  of  my  foul. 
All  mv  defires  to  thee  are  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh,   and  ev'ry  groan, 

Is  notie'd  by  thine  ear. 
Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry ; 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 

When  Satan  bids  me  die. 
My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  fiide>. 

To  fee  my  virtue-  fail ; 
They  raife  their  pleafiire  and  their  pride 
Whene'er  their  Aviles  prevail. 


74  r    S    ALMS. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guiky  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  hu  ; 
I'll  mourn  how. weak  the  feeds  of  .grace', 

And  ~>eg  fapport  divine. 
id  My  God  forgive  my  follies  pair. 

And  be  for  ever  nigh, 
O  Lord  of  my  la!  vat  ion  hafte, 

Before  thy  fervant  die.] 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXIX.    ver.   I,  2,  3. 
Firlt  part.    Common  Metre. 

Watchfuhtefs  9Tier  the  to.-.pjc ;  or,  Pr.i.ic-nce  atfi 

Z6  d. 
I   HPHUS  I  refolvVi  oei'jre  the  Lord, 
11   Now  will  I  watch  iny  ton'gne, 
4<  Left  I  let  flip  one  fmfal  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

z  Whene'er  eonftrain'd  a  while  to  Hay 
With  men  of  life  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 
*  1^11  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  piom,  thought-;  I  feel, 
Left  feoifers  ihould  tK9  eccaficn  take 
To  meek  my  holy  zeal. 
A    Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  overawV., 
tiitki  >        -offing  bmcr  hear 
That  we  c    .    speak  for  God. 

T  3  A  L  M     XX>UX.     ver.  4,   5.   6,   7- 

Second  part.    Common  Metre. 

Tte  vanity  of  nun  as  &:ortnl. 
i   TEACH  me  the  meafnre  of  my  day 
x    Thou  Make 1  oi  my  frame  ; 
I  would  furvtjyi'if^uiarrow  fpc.ee 
A::d  learn  ho.v  trail  I  am 


P   S   A  L   M   S.  75 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boall, 

An  inch  or  two  of  ■ime  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duit 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  '■ace  of  mortals  move- 

Like  ihadows  .Ver  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  drive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  fiiow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heks,  they  know  not  v/hc, 
And  ftraight  are  feea  no  more. 

5  "What  fhould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  duit? 
They  make  our  expeftaticns  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  trull. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope,. 

My  fond  de fires  recall : 
I  give  ray  mortal  interefl  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM    XXXIX-  ver.  9,-13.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Sick-bed  devotion;  or,  Pleading  without  repining* 

1  (~LOD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 

Behold  the  pains  I  feel; 
Bat  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  \i\\\. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command ; 

I'll  not  attempt  a  rn-urrr/ring  word 
Againft  thy  ch  21  fining  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 
Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 

My  ilreugth  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrckes. 


76  PSALMS. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  duft : 
Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'er  withstand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  I'm  but  a  ftranger  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were ; 
May  I  be  well  prepared  to  go, 
When  I  thy  fummons  hear  ! 

6  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thy  praife  fhall  be  ray  bus'nefs  flill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM    XL.  ver.  i,  2,  3,  5,  17-    Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Afong  of  deliverance  from  great  diflrefs. 

1  J  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 

He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry ; 

He  faw  me  refting  on  his  word, 

And  brought  falvation  High. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 

And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear, 
And  fmners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 
-5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  Jove; 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 


PSALMS.  77 

7  When  Ym  afflifted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM    XL.    ver.  6,-9.     Second  part, 

Common  Metre. 

The  incarnation  and  facrifiee  of Chriji. 

1  T;HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain, 

44  Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'err 
44  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
44  My  foul  delights  no  move." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "Lo,  Vm  here, 

"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
44  What/e'er  thv  facred  books  declare, 
44  THy  fervantfeall  fulfil. 

3  "  Th^  love  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"A  keep  it  near  my  heart ; 
44  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
44  To  wh&t  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  lee  \  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  comes  ! 

Th'  e  rernal  Son  appears, 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  allures 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveaPd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 
And  pfeach'd  the  -way  of  righteoufnefs 

Where  great  aiTemblie-s  flood. 
His  Father's  honour  touched  his  heart  j 

He  pitied  linners'  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 

Was  made  a  facrifiee. 

PAUSE. 

No  blood  of  beafts  en  altars  Ihed 
Could  walh  the  conference  clean, 

But  the  rich  facrifiee  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 


78  PSALMS. 

S  Then  was  the  great  faKation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  Ihook  ; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  brok«. 

?  S  A  L  M    XL.     ver.  5,—^.    Long  Metre. 
C'.-r/Q  c  :> r  facrijice. 

1  T.'CE  wonder:-;,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 

Exceed  our  praii'e,  furmount  our  thought ; 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beaft~,  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  clean  fe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  haft  ret  before  our  eyes 
An  all  -fufacient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !   thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigus  he  bows  his  ears, 
Affumes  a  body  well  prepared, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  "  Be  -old  I  come/'  the  Saviour  criers, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes; 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

li  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me  ; 
tl  I  miift  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 

11  And,  lo  1   thy  lja-w  is  in  my  heart. 

6  lt  I'il  magnify  th-  holy  law, 

u    And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
u  When  on  my  c'rofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
"  Or  to  my  ciown  nbov.e  the  flcy. 

7  "   The  Spirit  fcall  defcend  and  (how 

"  What  thou  hail  done,   and  what  I  do  ; 

11  The  wond'ring  world  (ball  learn  thy  grace, 

"   And  ail  creation  tune  thy  praife." 


p  s  a  l,  m  a.  79 

1  S  A  L  M    XLI.     ver.    r,   2,  3.     Long  Metre 
Charity  to  the  poor ,  or,  -P/Vv  fa  the  affirmed. 
"nLESS'D  is  the  man  whofe  breaii  can  r;.o  vc 

And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympath&ziag  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 
!  His  heart  contrive?  far  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  60  , 
He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too- 
;  His  foul  mail  live  fecure  on  earth,- 
With  fecret  bleniogs  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pejffcilen.ee,  and  dear;!.. 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

J    Or  if  he  languilli  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'tf, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'ri. 

PSALM    XLII.     ver.  1,-9.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 
pefertien  and  hope  ;  or,    Complaint  cf  cbfincc 

fr  5  m  p  v  b  lie  m  0  rjh  ip . 
I  TyiTH  earneil  longings  of  the  mind, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  nncl 
And  taire  the  cooling  brook. 
X  When  mall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  \     • 
So  long  an  ab  fence  from  thy  face 

My  heart  endures  with  pain. 
Temptations  vex  ray  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
The  foe  infults  without  controul, 

<■•  And  Where's  your  God  at  laft?" 
'Tis  with  a  mournful  plcafare  now 
I  think  on  ancient  days ; 


80  PSALMS. 

Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go. 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load? 

My  fpirit  why  indulge  defpair, 

And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofc  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove", 
Far  I  fhall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 

PSALM     XLII.    ver.   6,— -ii.     Second  part 

Long  Metre. 

Melancholy   thoughts   reproved;  or,   Hope   in  af 

fiiahr:. 

1  fy\Y  Spirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 

But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 

When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  nolle, 

Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  j 
The  rifing  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 

When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heavenly  Rock, 
"  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  greans  beneath  thyftroke?/ 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low  ; 

Why  fnouid  my  foul  indulge  her  grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praiie  him  too; 

He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 
My  God,  my  moll  exceeding  joy, 

Thy  light  and  truth  fhall  guide  me  {till, 


PSALMS.  8 1 

Thy  word  fnall  my  belt  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heavenly  hill, 

P  S  A  L  M    XLTII-     Common  Metre. 

S.ifety  in  divine  protection. 

JUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe, 

J  Againft  a  finful  race  ; 

Fronji  vile  opprejlion  and  deceit 

Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 
!   Oi  thee  my  ftedfaft  hope  depends, 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  fink  in  forrow^,  and  in  vain 

Implore  thy  kind  return? 

\  Oh  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 
And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Condu;!  rae  to  thy  holy  hill, 
Tj  taffe  thy  mercies  there. 
i  Then  to  thy  altar,  oh,  ray  God, 
My  joyful  feet  {hall  rife, 
And  my  triumphant  longs  'hall  p-aife 
The'God  that  rules  the  fkies. 
5  Sink  not,  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fear, 
Nor  yie!a  to  weak  defpair  ; 
For  I  fnall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  biefs  his  guardian  care. 

PSALM   ZMLIV.    ver.   i,   2,  3,  8,  15.— 26. 

Common  Metre. 

The  church's  complaint  in  persecution. 

T^OE/D,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  b/d, 

Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 

The  wonders  of  their  days  : 
They  faw  thy  beauteous  churches  rife, 

The  fpreading  gofpel  run  ; 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies 

Through  ail  their  temples  fhone.  D  2 


82  PSALMS. 

Z  In  God  they  bonOed  all  the  day. 
And  m  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thourands  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 
And  grace -was  all  their  fong. 

4  I>ut  now  our  fouls  are  feizM  with  fhame. 

Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heaven  ; 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declined  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haitgiv'n, 

6  Though  dragons  allaround  us  roar, 

With  their  deftrucnve  breath,    . 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

PAUSE. 

7  We  are  exposed  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name  ; 
As  iheep  for  flaughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  fiame. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  mould  we  feera  like  men  abhor r*d, 
Or  banilh'd  from  thy  face. 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  caft  us  oil", 

And  ftill  Aegleft  our  cries? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heavenly  love 
From  our  afllifted  eyes -2 

bo  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bow'd; 
And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  powers  confound. 
II  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 


P  S  A    L  -MrS.  5; 

PSALM    XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chrifi ;   the  fuccefs  of  the  gofpa '.% 
•  and  the  Gentile  church. 

yif  Saviour^md  my  "King, 

Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  bleffings  overflow^ 
And  evfry  grace  is  thine. 
S  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpread 
The  conqueils.of  thy  word. 
\  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 
Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
While  julKce,  meeknefs,  grace,  and  truth, 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 
\  Thy  laws,   O  God,   are  right, 
Thy  throne  fhall  ever  (land  j 
And  thy  vicarious  gofpel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  meafare  flied 

Kls  Spirit,   like  a  grateful  oil, 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

6  Behold,   at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile- charch  is  feen, 
A  beauteous  bride,  in  rich  attire. 

And  princes  guard  the  queen,  j 
Fair  bride,   receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe.j 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 

And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 
!  Oh  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  -employ  ; 
;  Thy  children  fhall  his  honour  fing, 

And  tafte  the  heav'nlv  ioy. 


84  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XLV.     Common  Metre. 
The  perfonal  glories  and  government  of  Cbrift. 

i   J'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
His  form  divinely  fair  : 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  graee, 

Upon  thy  lips  is  toed  ; 
Thy  God  with  bleffings  infinite 
Hath  crown'4  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  prince, 

Ride  with  muje{tie  fway; 
Thy  terror  mall  flxike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  {lands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  iu  tfe. 

3  Juftiee  and  truth  attend  thee  fl.UI, 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  fill 
With  moil  peculiar  joys. 

P  SALM    XLV.    Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Tee  glory  of  Cbrifl,  and  poiver  of  his  gofpj. 

i    ]>JOY/  be  my  heart  infpired  to  fing 

The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus,  the  Lord  ;  how  heavenly  fair 
His  form  I  how  bright  his  beauties  are  i 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  mines  with  farfuperior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleffings  ail  his  ftate  com  pole. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moft  mighty  Lo:d  ; 
Gird  on  the  terror  cf  thy  fword, 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride, 
,/it'a  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide- 


Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  flubborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  fweet. 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 
Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  {lands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  jufl  and  right, 
But  grace  and  jullice  thy  delight. 
God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fiied 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  facred  Spirit  bleft 
His  firft-born  Son  above  the  reft. 

SALM  XLV.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 
'irift  and  his  church  ;  or,  The  m-jjiical  marriage* 
•T/HE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 

AdorrrM  with  majefvy  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  blefiings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold  : 
The  queen,  array'd  in  purefr  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heavenly  drefs. 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 
He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fa  r  ilranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 
So  fhali  the  Kin*  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  favorite  of  his  choice; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,   and  »et  adored,  . 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 
Oh  happy  hour,   when  thou  ihalt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikies, 
And  ail  thy  fons  (a numerous  train) 
Eacs  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 
Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  j 
Let  ey'ry  age  his.praifes  fpread; 


bo  r  S  A  L  M  s. 

While  we  v/ith  cheerful  fbngs  approve 
The  Gondefcenfion  of  his  love. 

PSALM    XL VI.     Firft  part.     Long  Me-tre. 

7'i»^    church' s  f.:fcty  avi  triumph   among   tint  ten :.' 

dsfolatians. 
i    QOV)  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

\7hen  ffiorms  of  (harp"  diflrefs  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  olfer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 
a  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  bufl'd 
Dowrl  to  the  ddep,   and  buried  there  ; 
iTcnvuinons  (hake  the  (olid  worlds 
Our  faith  fhall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 

In  facrcd  peace  our  fculs  abide, 
.While  ev'ry  natio^   ev'ry  more 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide 

4  There  is  a  lire  am,  whofe  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 
Life,  love,  and  joy,   ft  ill  gliding  through, 
And  watVing  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftream,   thine  holy  word, 

Supports  our  faith,   our  fear  controuls  ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  fcrength  to  fainting  foids. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  againft  a  threatening  hour; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Bulk  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

P  S  A  L  M  XLVI.     Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
God  fights  for  his  church. 

i    LET  Z*0:1  in  ner^l1g  rejoice, 

(gg       Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rtJj 

j^He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 


P  'S    A  L  M    S ,  B  J 

"_J '>a  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought,     - 

And  Jacob's  God  is  ifcill  our  aid; 
Behold  the  works  his  hands  has  wrought 

What  defoiations  he  has  made. 
From  fea  to  fea,    through  all  the  fhores 

He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 

He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace, 
He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear,     - 

C'uariots"he  burns  with'  heav'iiiy  flame  ; 
Let  earth  in  f:Ient  wonder  hear 

The  found  and  glory -of  his  name, 
"  Be  frill,   and  learn  that  I- am  God, 

"  I'  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands; 
"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 

"  But  feiil  my  throne  in  Zioa  ftands-/' 
O  Lord  of  hefts,  a-lmighty  King, 

White  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell., 
Our  faith  lhall  fit  fecure,   and  ling,     - 

Nor  fear  the  ragkxg  powers  of  hell. 

P  S  A  L  M    XLVIL '  Common' Me  t  re . 
CbYifi  iifcendir.g  and  rei1??;}/;?. 
OH  for  a  fhdut  of  facred  joy 

To  God  the  fov'reign  King ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  fing, 
Jefu^,  our  God,  afcends  on  bigb3 

His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him;  rifing  through  the  fky, 

With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

While  angels  fh out  and  praife  their  King? 

Let  mortals  learn  their  ftrains ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fmg> 

O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
Rehearfelrls  praife  with  awe  profound^    - 

Le t- knowledge-'  guide  the  fong  j 


83  -     r  s  a  l  m  s". 

Nor  mock  hith  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  thotrghtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifrael  rl.ood  his  ancient  throne. 

He  l.»r'i  that  ebb  fen  race; 
But  now  lie  calls  the  world  his  own, 
Ami  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Qentile  nations  are  the  Lord'-, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  knowr, ; 
While  powers  and  prince-,  (hields  and 
Submit  before  his  tin  one. 

rSALM    XL  VIII.  ver.  r,— 3.    F*rft  part. 
Short  Metre. 

The  church  h  the  bono  ir  ivJfafety  of  a  n  //>■.•. 

[l    QUE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  lis  p-ai'e  he  great  ; 
lie  makes  his  churches  his  abode. 
Ills  moft  delightful  'eat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  bis  grace, 

Howbeaotifal  thev  i\?.v.d\ 
The  hononrs  of  our  native  place. 
And  buhvarks  of  our  Jaud-] 

3  In  Zi~r:  G~ri  is  known 

A  ref:ge  in  diftre:'-  ; 
How  bright  has  his  fafvaVion  fhone, 
How  fair  his  beay'nly  r;ruco  1 

4  When  kings  againft  her  jbin'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  oonfufion.  cf  the  mind 
They  fled  with  lfafty  fear. 

5  W&efi  navies,  fall  and  proud, 

At  ten:  pi  to  lpoil  our  pa  ace. 
He  fends  his  tetftpeft  roaring  loud. 
And  links  therii  in  the  leas 

6  Gft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Cur  eve 3  have  often  .ccr. 


P  Si  L  M   S.  09 

How  well  our  God  fecures  the  foJd 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 

In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

WeMl  to  his  houfe  repair, 

Recal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

-S  A  L  M   XLVIH.  ver.  10, — 14.  Second  part. 
Short  Metre. 

he  beauty  of  the  church;  or,  Gofpel  ivorjb/p  and 

order. 
pAR  as  thy  name  is  known 

The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

^Vith  joy  thy  people  ftand 

On  Zion-'s  chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

Let  ftr  angers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 

And  mark  the  building  well. 
The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

Thy  worfhip  of  thy  court, 
The  chearful  fongs,  the  fclemn  vows, 

And  make  a  fair  report. 

How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 

And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 
The  God  we  worfhip  now 

"Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
"Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  iky. 


90  1    S  A   L  M    s. 

PSALM    XLrx.    ver.  6, — [4.     Flrfl!  part 
Common  Metre. 

Pride  and  death  ;  or,  The  vanity  of  life  end  richc 
1   ^THY  cloth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  ev'ry  riling  tide  \ 
[2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  (com, 
Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  fleih  were  born 
Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 
3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

[4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
The  ratifom  is  too  hjgb  ; 
JuPcice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die] 

5  He  fees  the  brutifli  and  the  wile, 

The  timorous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  pofleffions,   clofe  their  eye ;, 
And  hallen  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houfe  mall  ever  ftand  ; 
"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 
%j   Vain  are  his  thoughts^  his  hopes #.re  Ipft, 
How  foon  his  mem' 17  dies  1 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft. 
Where  his  own  body  lies.] 

PAUSE- 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way! 
And  yet  their  fons,  ns  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  ac>  their  work;  ajaJn. 


r  SAL  MS,  9i 

Men  void  e£  wi'drm  and  cf  grace, 

Though  honour  rai'e  giefri  nig1!, 
Live  like  the  beair,   a  theijghtlefs  race, 

And  .like  the  be  aft  they  die. 
o  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filiy  faeep, 

Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  tVie  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  keep, 

And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 

'SALM    XLKL    ver.  r4,  rj.    Second  part. 

Com  m  o  ri  Metre. 

Death  and  the  refiirfedfion. 

*Y"E  fons  of  pride,   that  hate  the  jufr, 

And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brer.ght  you  down  to  dufr, 
Your  pomp  mail  rile  no  more. 

The  laft  great  day  mall  change  the  fcene  ; 

When  will  that  hour  appear? 
When  fliall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 

O'er  all  that  feorn'd  them  here  I 

G«d  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

Cail'd  from  the  world  away, 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave. 

To  raile  my  mould' ring  day. 
■  Heavn  is  my  everjafting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their:rage  reibme. 

But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M    XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
e  rich  [inner' s  death ,  and  the  faint's  refurretlion, 
Y^KY  do  the  proud  ihfnlt  the  poor. 

And  boaft  the  large  eflates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  owhersfrom  the  grave  ! 
They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft; 


92  PSALMS. 

Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  duft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth,  and  difmal  (hade, 

Shall  cla^p  their  naked  bodies  round  : 
That  flefh,   fo  delicately  fed, 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  finner  dies, 

And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb: 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rile, 
And  hear  the  opprefTor's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  perilh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,   birth  and  blood  : 
That  glorious  day  exalt?  the  juffc 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  mall  my  life  reftore, 

And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
My  flelh  and  foul  mall  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

PSALM     L.     ver.  i,— 6.     Firlt  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  hjl  judgment ;  or,   The  faints  rewarded. 

i   'T'HE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 
And  near  the  weftern  fkv. 

2  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  f$yt 

il  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhall  come., 

Bright  fla:«es  prepare  his  v.' ay, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  itorm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 


PSALMS.  93 

knd  earth  and  hell  fhall  know,  and  fear 

His  juftice  and  their  doom. 
K  But  gather  all  my  faints,   (he  cries) 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
['  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 

<{  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

'Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light? 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
'  My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

4<  And  hear'n  adore  ray  grace." 

PSALM    L.    ver.  10,   u,  14,  15,  2$. 
Second  part      Common  Metre. 
Obedience  is  better-  than  per ific-e. 
ipHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  fpacious  fields, 

"  And  flocks  and  herds,  are  mine  ; 
1  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  =divine. 

*  I  alk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire ; 

*  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

'  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 
'*  My  hand  (hall  fet  thee  free  ; 

*  Then  fhail  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
u  The  honour  due  to  me. 

'  The  man  that  offers  humble  praile, 

"  Declares  in  y  glory  beft: 
<  And  thofe  that  tnead  my  holy  ways 

"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte. 

P*S  A  I,  M    L.    ver.  1,  5,  8,   16,  21,  22. 
Third  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 
flTHEN  Ghrifi  to  judgment  flia'il  defe'end, 

And  faints  furround'their  Lord, 
le'Calls  the  nations'  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 


9-;.  PSALMS. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  iUin, 

"  Will  I  tuc  world  reprove  ;     .. 
u   Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms,  are  vain 
"   Without  toe  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  iacriiice?" 
"  They  call  ray  statutes  juit  and  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  u  Could  you  expect  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

"  And  fin  without  controuH 
"   But  I  foall  bring  your  crimes  to  light 
'*  Y/ith  anguifh  in  your  [ov.\.,p 

5  Conf.der,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear; 
If  once  y'tfu  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliverer  there. 

PSALM    L.     Long  Metre. 
Ihpocrify  expo  fed. 
i   T1 HE.  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warn: 
Let  hypocrites  attend  aid  fear, 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  Forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  "Vile  wretches  dare  f'ekearfe  his  name, 

'vVith  lips  of  falsehood  and  d-ceit ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame", 

And  foethc  and  flatter  tho.'c  they  har^. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  fee'.c  their  Maikeu*s  face  ; 
They  take  his  covenant  on  their  t.-mgue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  Ids  gr  .ce. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lir't  their  hand?  unclean, 

Defil'd  with  lull,  defiled  v/ith  blood  ; 
By  itight  they  praclife  liver/  Gn, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  Q-jd. 

5  And  while  hi*;  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  iecutv,  ami  hn  the  coon?; 


PSALMS.'  9  J 

They  -think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  oil  the  dreadful  hour. 

O  dreadful  hour  !    when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 

His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  mall  tear, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  rife. 

P.S  A  L  M    L.    To  a  new  tune. 

The  lafi  judgme?.t. 

THE  Lord,  the  Sovereign,  fends  his  furrunohs 

forth, 
Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north ; 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  ib  v'reign  orders  fpread, 
Thro'  diitant  v/orlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
No  more  ihall  athiefts  mock  his  long  delay ; 
Bis  vengeance  ileeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day! 
Behold, the  Judge  defcends;  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky. 
3eav\o,   earth,  and  hell  draw  near  ;    let  all 

things   come 
To  hear  his  juihce,  and  the  /inner' s  doom  ; 
'  But  gather  &r&  my  faints,"  the  Judge  eoir.- 
wandsj  glands, 

Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant 
Sehold,  my  covenant  Hands  for  ever  good, 

rarM  by  tW  eternal  facrifice  ia  biood,   [jew^ 
bid fign-'d with  all  their  names;  the  Greek,  the 
rkat  paid  the  ancient  worihip,  or  the  new, 
["here's  no   diftinction   here;    prepare   their 

thrones, 
ind  near  me  feat  my  favorites  and  my  fens. 
,  their  almighty  Saviour,   and  their  Gcd, 
am  their  Judge  :  ye  heavens  proclaim  abroad 
'lyjuft  eternal  Sentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that'fmners  dread  to  hear; 
inners  in  Zicn,    trerr.bk,  and  retire; 
deom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fiie, 


96  psalms. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
V/ithout  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  ftor 
Of  brutal  offerings,  that  were  mine  before; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts,  and  favage  breed. 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  wber 

they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  tafte  the  vi&im's  blood 
Can  I  be  flattered  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chat' rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm' d  thy  veftments  to  behold 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch!  how  could'ft  thou  hope  t 

pleafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe? 
\Vhile,with  mvgrace  and  ftatutes  on  thy tongu* 
Thou  lov'ftdeceit,and  doft  thy  brother  wroti 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult' rers  are  thy  chofen  friend 

8  Silent,  I  waited  with  long-fuff'ring  love, 
But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  lhould  ne'er  reprovt 
And  cherifti  iuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  fin 
Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  arrright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes ;  ye  fools  be  wife  ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  wori 

amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  thejudge  your  frienc 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near 
PSALM    I"     To  the  old  proper  tune. 
The  hfi  judgment.      - 
1  THE  God  of  glory  fends  his  lummons  forth. 
Calls  the  fouth  nations,and  awakes  the  nort 


psalms.  97 

From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 

Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 

?be  trumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices,; 

/ft  up  your  heads ,  ye  faints,  -with  cheerful  voicet. 
No  more  fhall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  da\! 
Behold, thejudge  defcends ;  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempefts  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fkr. 

7hen  God  appears,   all  nature  fhall  adore  him  ; 

'rh'tle  ftntters  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all 

things  come 
To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  f-nuer's  doom  : 
But  gather  firlt  my  faint-,  the  Judge  commands, 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands- 

tyen  Chrift  returns,  -wake  every  cheerful  p-iffio", . 
ndfioui,  ye  faints  ;  he  comes  tor  ye:ir  jJ\>iit: or 
Behold,  my  covenant  ftands  for  ever  goo  ', 
Seat'd  by  th'  eternal  facrhlce  in  blood,  [J?.-/, 
And  fign'd  with  all  their  name- ;  the  Greek ,  x\ft 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfinp,  or  the  oew, 

here's  ?io  diflinftion  here ;  jo:y.  all  your  vettei , 

bid  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  Hjav'n  rejoice*. 

Here,  faith  the  Lord,  ye  angels  fpread  the;: 

thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fonr; 
Come,  my  redeemed,  poffefs  the  joys  prepai'J 
Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 
hen  Chrift  returns,  -wake  every  cheerful  paffioti 
\ndfhout,  ye  faints  ;  he  comes  for  your  falvatian. 

p  a  v.s  e  the  firft. 
I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God,  [broad 
The  fov'reign  Judge  ;  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  a- 
My  juft  eternal  lentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  t»hear 
hen  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him; 
hile  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  'yefore  hh--. 
E 


98  psalms. 

7  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  profane 

Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threatening 


vain 


*  '-in » 

Thou  hypecriee,  once  drefs'd  in  faint  s  attire 
1  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  mc 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rrjo:c, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  -with  cheerful  vo:c 
8   Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  {lain 
r>o  I  condemn  tnee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  van 
Without  the  flames  j?rF  love  s  in  vain  the  (lot 

Of  brutal  oiF'ring;-,  that  were  mlne  before 
Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  future  fball  adore  him; 
While  fnr.ers  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  oim 
'4  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  all;  thee  food? 
'   wben  did  I  thirft  2  or  drink  thy  bullock's  bioo. 
Mine  are  the  tamer  bealts,  and  lavage  biee. 
Flock-    herd-;  and  fields  and  ioiefts,  whei 
thev  feed. 
All  is  the  Lord's;  he  rules  the  -wide  creation  ; 
Grins  fivers  ven*eanc^  and  the  fatnU  falxatio 
■  -    Can  I  be  flatretM  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
'   Tbv  folemo  chattering-.,  and  fantaiuc  vo« 
\\e  m  eve.  <:hann.\i  th*  .events  to  oenoi 
Glisring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold. 
G,d  is  tbejuijr*  of  lev  is,    tic  fair  *&*&*] 
tiZtfcrw  thegailiy  -mbm  bts  ven^nce  rtJeM 
pause  the   feconA  [p'ci 

,  •   Ur-Mnkin-  wretch  !  how  cold  thou  hope 
"  R  n .,ci    a  Spitfr,  w'ttn  fricn  toys  as  the  e  : 
^•^e^iiinm^rac-andilatnte.oathv^org! 

i-n>,  'lnv>!>  deceit,  and  don  thybrotherwro, 
7  -  hmejt  prac.  e  Is,  hell  trembU  :,  beatfn  rejoic 
i-ff:iM^rUaJ^sef^ts,^ihcheerf:^o;i 

ia   m  vain  to  H.U-,  forms  *h^al£j'*^j 
V.*Mle  'he  fclfc  flattVe-  at  rome  akw  wan 


P.  S    A    I.    &    S .  99 

Gel  h  tht  J&df*  of  he:.r!sy  l-iO-fdir  tifgwfes 
Conferee*  tie  ^uitiy  iihen  his^  engv&nce  rfes. 

13  Silerl  I  Raited,   with  lohtf-l\i:rrrrJng  love, 
B^-i  did*!*  thou  hepe  that  I  mould  ne'er  re^rr-vt ; 
And  cherim  fuch.  an  impious  thought  within-, 
That  the  All-holy  would  indulge  thy  fill*? 

£<v,   God  appears  ;  all  nations  join  tJ  adore  him; 
judgment  prcceeth^   and  flutters  jell  before  him. 

14  Behold  my  terrors  new  ;   my  thunders  roh% 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  fotu  j 
Nom,   like  a  lion,.  lhalJ •  my  vengeance  tear 
Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliverer  near. 

*fud;ime,,i  concludes ,  hell  trembles ,  heal)  n  rejoices; 
Lift  up'y-Qiir  beads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices, 

E  P  I  P  HO  N  E  M  A. 

Simiefs,  awake  betimes;   ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 

Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife; 

Change  your  vain  thoughtSj.your  finful  works 
amend  ; 

Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend, 
Then  join  j  ye  faints  ;  ivake  every  cheerful  paffion  ; 
When  Chnji  returns,  he  comes  j or  your  falvatiou* 

PSALM    LI.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre, 

A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 
gKEW  pity,   Lord  ;   O  Lord,,  forgive  ; 

Let  a  repenting  rebel  live-: 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  fmner  trait  in  thee? 

£  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,   thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  l%t  thy  pardoning  love  b«  found. 

G  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 
And  make  my  guilty  confeience  clean  ; 
Here,  •:;;-;  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, . 
And  pair  offences  pam  mine  eyes. 


lOO  PSALMS. 

4  My  lips  with  (hame  my  fins  confefs, 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace; 
Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevevc, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death : 

And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  fmner,  L»rd, 

Who fe  hope,  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  wordj 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

PSALM    LI.     Second  part.    Long  Metre 
Original  and  aftual  fin  confejj'ed. 

1  LORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'J  in  fin, 

And  born  unholy  and  unclean  : 
Sprung  from  the  man  v/hofe  guilty  f;tl! 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  drew  our  infant  breath. 
The  feeds  of  fin  grew  up  for  death  ; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

[3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  {pirit  pure  and  true: 
O  make  me  wile  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 
No  outward  forms  can  make  me  $lean  ; 
The  leprGfv  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beair, 
Nor  hyfibp  branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,   nor  lea, 
Can  wafh.  the  difmal  ftain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  bioad  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufucient  to  atone  ; 


PSALMS.  IOI 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow ; 
No  Jew  ilh  types  could  cleanle  me  fo. 
>  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  fiefh,  nor  foul,  hath  reft  or  eafe ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice-, 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM    LI.    TI-.ird  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  backjlider  reftored ;  or,  Repentance  and  faith 
in  the  blood  of  Chrift. 
■• 

i   Q  THOU  that  hear'ft  whan  finners  cry, 
Though  ail  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 

Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

Create  my  nature  pure  within, 

And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 

Let  tby  g6oii  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  barrifVd  from  thy  fight  : 

Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 

And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 
4.  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit*  Lord, 

Thy  help  and  comfort  Hill  afford ; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 

To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 

Is  all  the  facrince  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 

A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

My  foul  lies  humbled  in- the  duft, 

And  owns  thy  dreadful  fen  ten  cej  lift; 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye. 

And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 

Sinners  fhaU  learn  thy  fov' reign  grace; 


!02  J*   S   A    L   M    S. 

I'li  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  Wood, 
And  they  inall  praWe  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  "thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  ihall  be  ail  my  long  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  foal!  join  ;..  btefl? 
1" he  Lord,   my  ftrengtli  and  lighteoufnefs. 

f'SALM     LI.    ver.  3,-13.     FirM  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Original  and  aftud  fin  cenfejfed  and  pit  done A. 

1  I  ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftreis 

And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againit  thv  grace, 
How  high  ray  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 

And  erufli  ray  flefh  to  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  muft,  own  ltjuft. 

H  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came 
'iJnhsly  and  unclean  ;      . 

my  original  is  fname, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  gailr,   I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath; 
And,  as  my  days  advane'd,   I  grew 
A  juiter  prey  for  death. 

5  Clea-ff  me,  O  Lord,  and  chear  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thv  Spirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  hearfc. 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  foas  o!  men ; 


p    S>A    L    M    S. 


tar 


gsttkilkters  fnall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  tarn  to  God  again. 

PSALM    LI.    ver.  14,— 17-     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Cbrlft. 
0   GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 

My  load?  of  guilt  remove, 
breakdown  this  Separating,  wall 

That  bars  me  from  -thy  love. 
Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righte3ufnefs, 

And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 
No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  flair, 

For  fin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chrift  (hall  ftill  remain 

Sufficient  and  alone.     -  . 
A  foul  opprefs'd  with  fin's  defert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart. 
Is  our  be  ft  Sacrifice. 

PSALM     LII.     Common  Metre. 

The  difappointment  of  the  -wicked. 

\\JHY  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft, 

And  heav'nly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 

And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 
But  God  in  vengeance  (hall  deftroy, 

And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 
No  more  mall  they  his  church  annoy, 

Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 
But  like  a  cultured  olive  grove, 

Drefs'd  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children  hloaming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  tby  courts  are  feen. ^ 


■''-'-.-  PSALMS. 

;  Ov  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 
Thy  faint*  iliall  reft  fecure, 
And  all  who  trult  thy  holy  word, 
Jhall  find  j'alvation  fare. 

P  S  A  L  M    Lit     Long  Metre. 
The  foil)  of  felf- depend e nee. 
:    V/HY  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boaft, 

Bis  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  heft? 

While  blood  defiles  his  cruel  hand, 

And  defolation  waftes  the  land. 
2.  Kejovs  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  ; 

And  wbsn  the  weaned  fword  would  fpare, 

H'r.  fahehood  fpVeaih  the  fatal  fnare. 
3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 

And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue  ; 

With  pride  procerus  his  dreadful  power, 

And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 
1  But  God  beholds,  and  with  afrowr, 

Calls  r.o  the  dull  his  honours  down  ; 

The  righteous  deed,  their  hopes  recall, 

An:,  hail  the  proud  opprefibrs  fall. 

5  How  low  th1  infultin?  tvrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  etern&l  power  defpire; 
And  vainly  deem'd,  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  almighty  to  detiroy. 

6  We  prai'e  thee,  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  ient  :V.lvation  f.-oai  the  ikies; 
The  faints  who  faw  our  mournful  dayr, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 

P  S  A  L  M    LT1L    ver.  4, — &•     Common  Metre 

Victor*;  and  deliverance  from  persecution. 

i    y\RE  all  the  foes  of  Zi->n  fools, 
Who  thus  deftroy  her  faints? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rule". 
And  pities  her  complaints' 


P    S    A   L    M    S. 

2  They  fthall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife; 

For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array; 
Whe*  God  has  firft  defois'd  their  hoft, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  reilore  ! 
Thy  joyful  faints  thy  praife  mali  flng, 
And  Ifrael  weep  no  more. 

PSALM    LIV.    Common  Metre. 

i   j^EHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
Before  thy  throne  afcend, 
Caft  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  ft  11  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  flaughtering  foes  infult  us  round, 
Oppreiiive,  proud,  and  vain  ; 
They  cad  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  our  rites  profane. 
.3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft, 
And  in  thy  power  rejoice  ; 
Thine  arm  fhall  crufh  our  foes  to  dull, 
Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 
4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whole  friendly  hand 
Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  every  land, 
And  ft  ill  thy  people  blefs. 

P  S  A  I.  M    LV.    ver.  1,— 3,  16,   17,  18,   22. 
Common  Metre. 
S-'pport  for  the  ajfi/fted  and  tempted  ford. 
;i    Q  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
Behold  nry  flowing  tear?, 
For  earth  ?;nd"  hell  my  hurt  devife, 

And  triumph  -in  mv  fears.  E   \ 


io6  PSALMS. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  hir  ray  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To  fhake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward-pains  my  heart-i'hings  wound, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath; 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongft  the  /hades  of  death.. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather' d  dove,  t 

And  innocence  had. wings, 
I'd  3y,  an,d  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  deiert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  itorms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  ail, 

To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call. 
Can  lave  me  hereas  wells 

PAUSE. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  frek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  (hall  hear  me  alk  his  grace. 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  (hall  prefer  ve  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  fbield  me  when  afraid  ; 
TerF-tnouand  angels  mud  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The.  Lord  fuftains  them  all; 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 

That  faints  ihall  never  fall. 
to  My  higheft  hopes  fliall  not  be  vain. 

My  lips  fhall  fprend  his  praife; 
Whi  e  cruel  and  deceitful  men 

Scarce  IKe  eut  half  their  days 


P   3   A  L    M    S.  1©7 

SALM  LV-  ver.  15,  16, 17,  '9,  22-  Short  Metre. 
[  ST  finners  take  their  courfe, 
And  chute  the  road  to  death; 
gut  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne., 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  leek  his  bleiling  ev'ry  noon, 

And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 
Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  finners  perifn  in  furprife 

Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

.  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 

And  no  fad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trull  thy  name, 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  cart  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 
•  His  arm  mail  well  fuftain 

The,  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftaods 

No  earthly  pow'r  can  move- 

PSALM    LVI.    Common  Metre. 
deliverance-  from    opprej]io?i  and  falfehoo-i ;    or. 
God's  carefif  his  people,   in  anfwer  to  faith  and 
prayer. 
Q   THOU,  -whofe  jultiee  reigns  on  high. 

And  makes  t\f  opprefiion  eeafe. 
Behold  how  envious  finners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
!  The  Tons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me.  Lord  ; 


108  PSALMS. 

Bat  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moil  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults; 
For  mifchief  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown? 

Muft  their  devices  ftand  ? 
Oh  caft  the  haughty  fmner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

pause. 

6  God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears  : 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints, 
And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  jnft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  lhalt  receive  my  praile  ; 
I'll  fing,  "  How  faithful  is  thy  word ! 

"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways !," 
io  Thou  haft  fecur'd  mv  foul  from  death  ; 

O  fet  thy  prifoner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 

May  be  empioy'd  for  thee. 


PSALMS.  IO9 

PSALM    LVII.    Long  Metre. 
Praife  for  protection  ;  grace  and  truth. 
7WIY  God,  hi  whom  are  all  the  fprings 

Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

Up  to  the  beav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threatening  ftorm. 
Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell- 
My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  mail  raife 

Immortal  honours  to  tby  name ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife_,  , 

My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 
High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  Iky ; 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 

When  lower  worlds  diffol^e  and  die. 
•fBe  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell;..; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM    LVTII.   As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm. 
Warning   to  magiflrates. 
JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe  ? 

When  vile  oppreffion  waftes  the  land, 
Dave  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  finners  '/cape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  y&m  hand? 
Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
Thar  God  .-vil]  judge  the  judges -toot 


E   I lO  P  "S   A  L    M    S. 

Hi^h  in  the  Seav'os  his  juuice  reigns ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  Gad ; 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conference  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  ftarp,   the  polJbn-ftnmg, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wound'; 
■    You  hear  no  councils,  cries,   or  tears  ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  Crops  her  ears  ! 
_,Again{t  the  power  of  charming  found*. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Tbofe  teeth  of. lions  .iy''d  in  blood  ; 

And  crufti  the  fer peats  in  the  dull 

As  empty  chaif,  when  \jibirlw.tnds  rife, 

Before  the  iweeping  teropeft  flies. 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 

c  Ti/   Almighty  thunders  from  the  fcy, 

Their  grandeur m« Its,  tneir  titles  die, 

As  hills  o£fnow  diflblv,e  -.nd  rwu  ; 
Or  fnaibf  that  per^ih  in  rbett  fiinre, 
Or  births  that  com£  before  tnrir  time- 
Vain  births  thai  never  fee  the  fun. 
6  Thus  fhall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  land  fay, 
"  Sure?  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
'     \  God  •  ral  ';  ears  his  children  cry, 
;-    &  a4  «vi4i  their  fuiierings  well  repay. " 

I    >  A  L  :>1    LIX.    Short  Metre. 
Prayer  for  niitisnoi  deliverance. 

;    L'ROMfoes  tnat  round  us  rire, 
O  God  ot'heav'n  defend, 
Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  Ikies, 
And  with  thy  faints  contend, 
i  Behold,  from  diftant  fhores 
And.defert  wilds  th<ey  come, 


S ■   S   A    L    M--S.  Jf% 

Combine  for  blood  their  barb'reus  fcrcey 
And  through  .thy  cities  roam.     - 

)  Beneath  the  frJent  fha-de 

Their,  feeret  plots  they  Jay 
Our  peaceful  wails  bv  night  invade, 
And  wafte  the  fields  by  day. 
•  And  will  the  God-  of  grace 
Regardlefs  of  our  pain,  * 
Permit, -feoure,  that  impious  race- 
To  riot  in  their  reign? 
Io  vaio'.their  iecret  guile    - 
fc    Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepeft  vjeif 
His  hand  their  itrength  remove/ 
Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death; 

Left  we  forget  their  doom  j 
But  drive  thcmf.  with  thine  angry  brea^    ' 

Through  diftant  lands  to  roam'    -  ? 

Then  mail  our  grateful  voice  ' 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  thy  praife  abroad 

P  S  A  L  M    LX.     Common  Metre. 
Looking  te-Godinihe:difirefs  af-war, 

LObF^\°K  haftfr^g'd  our  guilts  land,     , 

Beoold  thy  people  mourn  ;  7 

iSball  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 

And  mercy  ne'er  return?    '*" 
Beneath  *he  terrors  of  thine  eye 

Eartn  s  haughty  tow'rs  decay  ; 
Thy  frpwni«r<  mantle  fpreads  the  iky*     , 

And  mortals  me  1 1  away. 
)ur  Zion  trembfes  at  thy  ftroke 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  '    ' 

\    1  hTi  the  peopie  thou  ha^  broke,    s 
|  And-fave-  the  furking  land, 


H2  PSALMS. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
From  barb'rous  hoits  our  nation  ibiehl, 
And  put  our  foes  to  ihame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fighr, 

And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 
In  vain  mall  numerous  pow'rs  unite 

Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 
.6  Cur  troops  beneath  thy  guiding  hand. 

Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 
'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ftand, 

And  treads  the  mighty  down. 

PSALM    LXI.    ver.   i,— 6,     Short  MsXrt 
Safety  in  Cod. 

1  'WHEN  cverwhelm'd  with  grief 

My  heart  within  me  dies 
Helplefs,  ?.-d  far  from  all  relief, 
To  beav'n  I  lift  mine  e)es. 

2  Oh  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  «rit*g1 
My  ui  :lter  and  my  ihadc 
g  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
For  ever  111  abide  ; 
Thau  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  1  hide. 
4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  rame  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
J  mall  poffefs  the  fame. 
PSALM    LXIL    ver.    J,— **•    W*  ™* 
Ko   truji  in  the   creatures;  or,   Faith    in   d> 
?t\ic:  and  foiver. 


i    jv4y  fp'uit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
My  rock  and  refuse  i;  hi?  I 


throve  ; 


PSALMS.  113 

In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  iu  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  j 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fuificient  aid. 

3  Fa]  «  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trufr, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glittering  dull  ; 
Why  will- you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmake, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  ipoke. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

He  mult  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
.  Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 

Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  iaft  reward. 

PSALM  LXIII.  ver.  1,  2,  5,  3,  4.  Firii  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  tnorning  of  a  Lord*s  day. 

1  JT  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face ; 
My  thirfly  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  fcorching  fand, 

Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  st  hand, 
And  they  maft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  (bine  ; 


U4  PSALMS. 

Mv  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hoar, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bblTings  of  a  feaft 

Cho  pie  aft  my  foul  fo  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  befr  paflions  move, 
Or  rai'e  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  lad  expiring  dav, 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

PSALM    LXIIL    ver.  6,— io.     Second  p*r 
Common  Metre. 

Midnight  thoughts  recolleilei. 

i    »T*WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
I  thought  upon  thy  power, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidir  the  darkeft  hour. 
a  My  flesh  lay  refling  on  my  bed, 
My  ibul  arofe  on  high  ; 
"  My  God,   my  life,  my  hope,"  I  faid, 
il  Ering  thy  ialvation  nigh." 

3  My  fpirit  labors  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  it'll) , 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercv  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  ihadow  of  thy  wings  ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  lings. 

5  But  the  deiiroyers  of  my  peace 

.Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain; 


PSALMS.  J  !  J 

The  tempter  fhali  for  ever  ceafe, 

And  all  my  Ihk  be  {lain. 
6  Thy  fword  mall  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  fend  them  down  to  d-well 
In  the  i'-\tk  caverns  of  the  earth, 

Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSAL  M    LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after   Go  J ;   or,  The  love   of  God  bettei 

•-•''/     //;.,;/  life. 

1  £JREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Thou  art  my  hope,   my  joy,   my  reft ; 
The  glories  that  compofe.  thy 'name 
Stand  ail  engaged  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Then  great  and  good,   rhou  juft  and  wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,   and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  "With  early  feet  I  love  i'  appear 

Among  th/ faint.-,  and  feek  thy  face, 
Oft'  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  or  wines,  that  tempt  a»r  tafte, 

No  pleasures  that  to  fenfe  belong 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  long. 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 

No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  afford  ; 

'Twould  but  a  tirefbrae  burden  prove, 

if  I  were  banifli'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Am  id  ft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

V/hea  bufy  cares  alAiS:  my  head, 


1  l6  PSALMS. 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefhment  to  ray  bed. 
8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  Iliave  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  fhall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM    LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 
i   ]yjY  God,  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 

Can  punt  for  waters  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life  without  £hy  love 

No  relifh  can  afford; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wire  thy  coun'els  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 


PSALMS.  117 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 

My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

PSALM    LXIV.     Long  Metre, 
Q.REAT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 

Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint ; 
When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  the  fnare, 
Let  my  falvation  be  thy  care. 

Shield  me  without,  and  guard  within, 
From  treacherous  foes  and  deadly  fin; 
May  envy,   luft,  and  pride  depart, 
And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 
Thy  jufiice  and  thy  power  difplay, 
.And  icatter  far  thy  foes  away ; 
"While  lift/ning  nations   learn  thy  word, 
And  faints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 
Then  fhall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  tfe*one? 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PSALM    LXV.    ver.  r,— 5.    Fir  ft  part. 

Long  Metre. 
PubHc  pra'jsr  and  prazfe, 
THE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thine  boufe  | 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee. 

And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 
O  thou,  wbofe  mercy  bends  the  ikies, 

To  fave  when  hRroble  finners  pray. 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes', 
And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 

Againil  my  will  my  fin';  prevail, 

But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  (lain.; 

The  blood  of  Chriit  will  never  faii 
To  wrJh  mv  garment.:;  whire  acain. 


P    S    A    L    M    S. 


4  Blefs  a  is  the  man  whom  t^ou  ft  ah  choofe, 

And  give  him  kind  accefi  to  thee; 
Give  hir.i  a  place  within  tnv  fcoufe. 
To  tafte  thy  'love  divinely  fee. 

P  a  u  s  e  ' 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Ziun  pravs  ; 

Babel,  prepare  tor  long  dither, 
When  Ziarf's  God  hlmfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  ia  rigliteouiuefs. 

6  With  dreadful  giorv  God  fulfils 

What  his  afHided  faints  reijuetf* 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  (hall  the  nocking  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill,   and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  riling  and  the  letting  fun 

Ssiall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  adoi'd. 

PSALM    LXV.   ver.  5,-33-     Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Divine  Vt-oyidei.ee  in  air,  earth,   and fea;  or, 

The  God  of  nature  and  grace. 

1  THE  God  of  our  fkivatjqn  hears 

The  groans  of  Zion,   rnix'd  with  tears ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  mines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remote  ft  end<, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,   that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fonh  to  God, 
When  tempeits  rage,  and  billows  roar, 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 

4  Vie  bids  the  noify  tempeib  ceafe ; 
He  calm?  the  raging  crowd  to'  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves. 
Wild  as  the  wind:,  and  loud  as  i 


PSALMS.  ,  M9 

5  Whole  kingdoms,   fliaken  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftabliuVd  by  his  hand, 
Fir:-.?  on  their  old  foundations  fland. 

6  Behold,   his  enfigns  fweep  the  iky, 
Now  comets  blaze,  and  light'nings  fly  ; 
The  heathen  lands,   with  fwifr.  fuvpriiV, 
From  the  bright  horrors  tuim  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 

S  niles  in  the  eait,  and  leads  the  day  ; 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  wefiern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice  r 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  mower:, 
Laden  with  fruit,   ard  drefs'd  in  fioweis. 

9  'Tis  from  his  W3t'ry  ftores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  : 
He  walks  upon  the  c'ouch,   and  thence 
Doth  hi-,  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

1  b  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruf?  the  vallies  yield  ; 
Ti*e  vafliej  (bout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighbouring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

[  i  The  pastures  fhilJe  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name, 

12     Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divide  ; 
O'er  ev'rv  field  thy  glories  fiiine, 
Ttirough  ev'ry  month  thy  gilts  appear-; 
Great  God,'  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

P  S  A  L  !V1    LXV.    Firfr  part.     Lung  Metre. 
A  pr.:yjr-hpt<rht*  Go ' ;  and  the  G&ttibs  -edited. 
%   pRAtSE  watts  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
There  fhall  our  vows  be  paid  | 


120  PSALMS. 


Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 


All  flefh  fhall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pardoning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  Hull 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe    j 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  lhine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufhefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  deiign. 

5  Thns  fhall  the  wond'ring  nations  lee 

The  Lvrd  is  good  and  juft ; 
And  diftant  iilands  fly  to  thee. 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lord, 

When  flgns  in  heav'n  appear; 
But  they  flaall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  LXV.  Second  part.  Common  Metis 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,  and  feu  ;  oi 
The  blefjliigs  of  rain. 

i    » TlS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  {land, 
God  of  eternal  power; 
The  fesi  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 
?.  Thy  morning  light  and  ev*  fling  fliadc 
Succeffive  comforts  bring  ■ 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  rmrvcl  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fpring. 
3  Searons  and  times,  and  moons,  and  hour",  | 
Keav'i?,  earth1,  Stid  air,   a're  thine; 


PSALMS. 

When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  (bowers, 
The  author  is  divine. 
i  Thole  wandering  citterns  in  the  fey 
Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  waVry  treafures  well  fuppl? 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 
5  The  thii-fry  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleilings  (till, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 
PSALM  LXV.  Third  part.  Common  Metre 
The  blcj/ings  cf  the  fpring  ;  or,  God  gives  rah,. 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufbandman. 

QOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  Kin?;, 

Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 

And  bids  the  grafs  appear.     < 
The  clouds,  like  rivers,   rais'd  on  high, 
•     Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  bieflings  from  the  Iky, 

To  cheer  the  thinly  land. 

3  The  foftenM  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  fpring; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  frng. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs ; 
The  meadows,  drefs'd  in  beauteous  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

J  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 
Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reapers'  hope. 
6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 
How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  !  1* 


122  PSALMS. 

The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM   LXVI.  Pirft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Governing  power  and  goodnefs  ;    or,    Our  grace 
tried  by  affliction. 

i   gING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  with  a  joyful  noife: 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Sat  to  the  Pcw'r  that  formed  the  flcy, 
"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
u    Sinners  before  thy  preence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
[3  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  cur  God, 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 
In  Mofe^  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  ciave  the  frighted  leas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  tfra'l  p'afs'd  the  food  % 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joys 
And  triumph  in  their  Gvi)  ] 

5  lie  rules  by  his  reYiftlefs  might ; 

yvii'i  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  t.V  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
As.d  tempt  that  dreadful  War  I 

6  O  Ue'.s  our  God,  and  never  ceafe 

"Ye  faints,  fulfil  hi',  p'.ni:    ; 
lb.  Iceeps  our  li  taVnS  our  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  waVs. 

7  Lord,  thou  Kaft  prov*d  our  io Hiring  fcub. 

Ta  make  our  grace's  mine  ; 
So  6fl   er  bears  the  burning  coal-, 
The  metal  to  refine, 
fe     [  ,'r->ut,h  wat'rv  dee£s  and  fiery  ways 
\v<:  iu-tcu  ...  {<■    cbirfft3farid, 


PSALMS.  123 

Led  to  poiTefs  the  piomis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSALM    I.XVI.    ver.    13,— 20.    Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

P raffs  to  Go. i  for  betfrf&g pfmeY: 

1  \TO^?  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 

To  that  almighty  Pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  re  que  ft  s  I  made 
In  my  diilrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies-known  ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and- hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 

I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 
He  fav'd  my  (inking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover  d  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  emploj'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  mown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefs'd  %.) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free, 
Nor  turii'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM    LXVH.    Common  Metre. 
The  KdtiorSs  profperzty,  and  the  church's  incrcaft. 
1    CHINS,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  mine, 
With  beams  of  heavenly  grace  : 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coa'ftsj 
Avd  Ihew  thy  fmiling  face. 
[2  Amid  ft  our  realm,  exalted  high 
Do  thou  our  glory  Hand, 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  thf  fa v; rite  land."! 


124  PSALMS. 

3  When  fhall  thy  name  from  more  to  more 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,   ye  diltant  lands, 

Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice  ; 
Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov' reign  Judge. 

That  fits  enthroned  above, 
In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made 
And  bids  them  tafte  his  love. 

6  Earth  (hall  obey  his  high  command, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe; 
Oar  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

"    God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 
His  choiceft  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmoil  boui.J 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM  LXVIII.  Fhftpart.ver.  i,—  6,  32, — 35. 
Long  Metre. 

The  vengeance  and  cotnpaffitn  of  Go  i. 

1   1  ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight ; 
As  fmoke,  that  fought  to  cloud  the  flcies, 
'jei'ore  the  rifing  tempeft  flies. 

[i  He  comes,  avray'd  in  burning  flames; 
Joftice  and  Vengeance  are  uh  names: 
BehoW,  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

n   He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  fky; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high: 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  Tons  of  grace; 
Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 


PSALMS.  12  J 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
l**y  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  ! 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find" 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  prisoners  fee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels,   that  difpute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 

PAUSE. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,   ye  nations,  in  your  fong  ; 
His  wotad'rous  names  and  powers  reheanfe, 
His  honours  (hall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  makes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blefs'd  ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  : 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM  LXVIII.'ver.  17,   18.     Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Ghrifi's  afcenfion^  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

1  T^ORD,  when  thou  didtt  afcend  on  high, 

Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  fey  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  flate. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  wa^  there, 
While  he  pronotmc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
Aad  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe, 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  telj, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  irr  chains,  like  captives,  led. 


126  PSALMS. 

4  Rais'd  by  hi"  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  Tent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

TSALM    LXVIII.  ver.    19,  9,   20,   2j,    22. 
Third  part.     Long  Metre. 
Pfajfe  for   ietnpor.il  bhfftngs';    or,    Common    and 
'..7  mercies. 

1  \\TE  blefs  the  Lord,   the  juft,   the  good, 

Who  fill 5  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food  j 
Who  pours  his  blellings  from  the  fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,   to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Rel'refh.  the  thirity  earth  again. 

5  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  escapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the1  flrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prcve 
The  common  blefllngs  of  his  love  ; 
bur.  the  wide  dili'rence  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joy  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,   that  bruiVd  the  fcrpent^  head, 

'i  the  ferpent's  feed  lliall  tread, 
Toe  ftubborn  fmner's  heart  confound, 
And  fmire  him  with  a  lailing  wound. 
)   But  his  right  hand  his  faints  (hall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas ; 
And  bring  them  to  his  court  above, 
There  Siall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 
PSALM    LXIX.    ver.   1, — 14.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 
The  fuffi rings  of  Chrift  for  our  fixation. 
r    "  v^AVE  me,  OGod,   the  fwelling  foods, 
"  Break  j;i  upatf  lar-y  fotoil : 


PSALMS.  12" 

a  I  fmk  ;   and  forrows  o'er  my  head, 
"  Like  mighty  wafers,  roll. 

2  "  I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

«  In  tears  I  wade  the  day ; 
a  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
«  And  fhorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  Thev  hate  my  foui  without  a  caufc, 

"  And  {till  their  number  grows  ; 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"■  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 
A  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 
"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 
"  Which  fmners  took  away." 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefllah's  naaie, 

The  royal  prophet  mourns; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by -turns. 

6  "  Now  fhali  the  faints  rejoice,  and  find 

11  Salvation  in  my  name  ; 
•    *«  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Offorrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

7  "  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth' d  ms  round, 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While- 1  procured  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  brethren,  and  the  Jews, 

"  I  like  a  irranger  irood, 
"  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came,  in  fmful  mortals'  fiead, 

u  To  do  my  Father's  will ; 
"  Yet,  , when  I  cleans'd  my  Father'^  fegufe.  " 
"  Thev  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 
;  D  "  My  faftings  and  my  holy  groans 
u   y/ere  mads  the  drunkard's  iu<:£  \ 


123  -PSALM   S. 

M  But  God,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

"  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fiVd  my  finking  feet, 
**  On  well  eftablinYd  ground. 

12  u  'Twa*  in  a  mod  accepted  hour 

11  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
u  And,  for  my  rake,  my  God  {hall  hear 
"  The  dying  fmner's  cry." 

P  SALM    LXIX.    ver.  t4, — 21,    26,   29, 
Second  part.     Common   Metre. 

The  pnjfion  ani  exaltation  of  Cbrift. 

1    TV^OW  let  our  lip^,  with  holy  fear, 
-4.N    And  mournful  pleafure,  fing 
The  fuft?rings  of  our  great  High' Prieftj 
The  lorrows  of  our  King. 
7.  He  fink:  in  floods  of  deepdtftrefs ; 
How  high  the  waters  vile  !  - 
While  to  his  beav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  lends  perpetual  cries. 
3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 
"  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  ; 
"  Why  mould  thy  favorite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken'of  thy  grace? 
With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 
*•  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
V/bile  tor  a  'rac:  i£ee  I  pour, 
•.'    My  life  upon  the  ground. 
They  tread  my  ftbnonr  to  the  daft, 
tl    And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
Their  Iharp  in  faking /landers  add 
n  prefi-,  anguifh  to  my  pain. 
All  ray  reproach  is  knqwn  to  thee, 
•<  The  fcandal  and  the  fliame; 


PSALMS.  129 

11  Reproach  hath  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 

«'  And  lies  defil'd  my  name. 
i*  I  iook/d  for  pity,  but  in  vain ; 

u  My  kindred  are  my  grief; 
"  I  a&:  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 

"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

"  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirfb, 

ii  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 
"  And,  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 

"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 
"  Shine  into  my  diflrefled  foul, 

"  Let  thy  companion  fave;  ' 
"  And  though  my  flefii  fmk  down  to  dsath, 

"  Redeem  it  fro;n  the  grave. 
;to  li  I  ftiall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
"   And  thy  faivation,  O  my  God. 

"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM  LXIX.  Third  part.  Csmmoa  Metre. 

Cyrix's  obedience  and  death ;  or,  God  gkrified  and 
[inner  s  f aved. 

1  TTATIIER,   I  hag  thy  wond'rous  grace, 

I  biefs  my  Saviour's  name, 

He  brought  faivation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  fiimer's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftreis  has  rais'd  us  high,, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfilled  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifa'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goaf's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  followers  fee. 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
F   2 


I^O  P    S    A    L   M    S. 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  bleiVd. 

5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  on  big!., 

To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  Teas  auiit  the  fcr, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  moft  holv  God  ; 

Thy  Son  {hall  blefs  her  gates ; 
And  glory,  purchased  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Ifra?l  waits. 
PSALM    LXIX.    Firft  part.   Long  Metre. 

Chriji *s  pajjton,  and Jianer^s falvai ion. 
3    ][}EEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

The  deeper  farrows  of"  our  Lord  ; 
Behold,  the  riling  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul ! 

2  In  long  complaints  he  p?nds  his  breath  , 
While  holts  of  hell,   and  p<TO*rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curs'd  delign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  blefung  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufFrings  of  thy  Sen 
Atoned  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftoi'o; 
His  forrows  made  thy  j  nil  ice  known, 

And  paid  for  follies  not  his  ov  n. 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  jorgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  linger  live  ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name  ; 
Nor  (hall  our  hope  be  Uun'd  to  fkume. 

PSALM  LXIX.  ver.7,  &c.  Sacond  part.  Lang  Met. 

Chrijt's  fT!jferJn$s  a,/.i  ze  I. 
I   '  TAV AS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 

Thy  Son  fuilain'd  that  heayy  load 


PSALMS.  Ifj 

Of  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace, 
While  fharne  defil'd  his  facred  face. 
2  The  Jews,   his  brethren  and  his  Kin, 
Abus'd  the  Man  that  checked  their  fin  ; 
While  he  fulfilled  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

[3  "  My  Father's  houfe,  faid  he,  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worftiip,  not  for  trade;" 
Then,  featuring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

[4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  exposed  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 
He  felt,  he  mourn'd  them  as  his  own] 

[5  Hi*,  friends  forfook,his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curie  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

[6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 

.  And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemiec ; 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  : 
There  hung  the  Man  that  died  forme  ] 

•   But  God  beheld,  and,  from  his  throne, 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hates  his  Son; 
The  hand  that  raised  him  from  the  dead, 
Snail  pour  the  veng'ance  on  their  head. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXX.     Common  Metre, 
Protection  againft  perfoiial  enemies. 

1  }>?  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 

Nor  bear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
O  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall, 
And  ftill  my  hope  fuftain. 

2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  nam-?. 

And  tempt  my  foul  affray, 
Then  let  them  fall,  with  lading  Ibarae, 
T>  their  rr.vn  plats  a  prey. 


1^2  PSALMS. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmay  ; 
In  pity  haft  en  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  de  ay 

?  S  A  L  M  LXXL    ver.  5—9.    Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  aged  [dints  reflection  and  hope. 
t   J^[Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up. 
And  ft  lengthened  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flefti  was  fafhionM  by  thy  power, 

With  aH  thefe  limb?:  of  mine  ; 
And  from  my  mothers  pafcrfdl  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  (een 

Repeated  ev'ry  year ; 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain 
I  truft  them  to  thy  cave. 

4  Cad  me  not  oil  when  ftrength  decline". 

When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round'  me  let  thy  glorv  fliine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervantdies. 

5  Then,  in  the  hiftory  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

PS  A  L  M  LXXI.    ver.   15,  14,  16,  23,  22,  24. 

Second  part.    Common  Metre. 
Corift  ourftrenoth  and  righteot/fi.cfs: 
1   ]VJY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thypr«\ife, 


PSALMS,  1$$ 

r    Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace? 
h  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ; 
I     And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firfr, 

I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 
[3  My  feet  Avail  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeflial  road, 
And  march  with  courage,  in  thy  ftreagtfa, 

To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  When  1  am  filFd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifing  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfeft  righreoufhefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice    to  tell 

The  vicVries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeemed  from  death  and  bell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  ling. 

[6   My  tongue  (hall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  ray  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  Ihame, 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood.] 

7   Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers; 
With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long.  , 

PSALM    LXXI.    ver.  17—  21 .   Third  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  aged  Chriftian's  prayer  and  Jong  ;  or,  Old  age, 

death,  an  i  the  refurreftion. 

1  Q.OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 

The  guide  of  all  my  days, 

I  have  declared  thy  heav'nly  truth. 

And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs. 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  \ 


f  34  P  S  A  L  M  s. 

Who  (ball  fuftain  my  inking  years 
It*  God  my  ilrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  rifing  age, 

And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  1  fhall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  7'he  land  of  filence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ;   - 
O   na?  thj'e  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  -wot Id  thy  love  ' 


5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deed; ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  flcy, 
And  all  my  praife  exceed?. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  power  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  fie  bisiied  deep  in  dud, 

My  fiefh  fhal"  be  thy  care; 
T'ne'b  w  ther'd  limbs  with  tiiee  I  trult, 
To  raiie  them  ftrong  and  fair. 
P  S  A  L  M    LXXII.   Firlt  part.     Long  Metre. 
The  king-lorn  ofChrift. 

1  QREATGad,  whofe  univerfal  fway 

The  kaown  and  unknown  worlds,  obey, 
Now  g'p.t  the  kingdom  a>  thy  Ran, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heay'fl  fubmits  ro  his  command" ; 


PSALMS.  1^5 

His  juftice  fh all  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  thejuft, 
And  treads  the  op  pre  fib  r  in  the  dun  ; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhail  laft, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  paft. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhali  he  fend  hi*  influence  down  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  daw  ring  light, 
And  defe rts  bloflbm  at  the  fight. 

6  The  feints  ihall  flourifh  in  his  day?, 
D.-e'Vd  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praiie  ; 
Peace,   "ike  a  river,  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM  LXXII.    Second  part.   Long  Metre. 

Qirift's  kingdom  atnong  the  Gentiles. 
I   JESUS  (hall  reign  wbeie'er  the  fun 
Does  his  fucceflive  journeys  rna  ; 

His  kingdom  ft  retch  from  fhore  to  ihore, 

Till  mocns  mall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
[2  Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings; 

There  Europe  her  beft  tribute  biingr ; 

From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 

To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 
^  There  Pei fa, -glorious  to  behold, 

And  India  ftines  in  eaflern  gold  J 

While  v/eftern  empires  own  their  Lord, 

And  lavage  tribes  attend  his  word. 3 
4  For  him  fhall  endlefs  prayer  be  made, 

And  endlefs  praifss  erown  his  head  ; 

His  name,  like  fweet  perfume,,  flaall  life 

With  ey'ry  morning  fasrihee. 


*3«  P   S   A    L    M   S. 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  foiig ; 
And  infant  voices  mall  proclaim 
Their  early  blellings  oa  h'u  name. 

6  BleJHngs  abounds  where'er  he  reigns, 
"The  joyful  pris'ner  b arils  his  chains.; 
The  weary  iind  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  ions  of  want  a.  2  bleft. 
[7  Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 

Death  and  the  curie  are  known  no  more  ; 

In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  Meltings  than  their  father  loft. 
8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 

Peculiar  honours  to  our  King: 

Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 

Ai.d  earth  repeats  the  loud  Ameu.] 

PSALM  LXXIII.  Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
-■4ffl.iftedfj.ints  happy,  and  prof  per  ous  finners  cur  fed. 
2   ?SjOW  I'm  conViuc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
To  men  of  heart  fincere, 
Ye:  once  vv-  foolijK  tliouglits  repuVd,, 
And  bqtdc 1  'd  en  deipair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  bieath, 
'  li  How  piea-ant  and  profane  tbev  live; 
44  H  >w  peaceful  is  their  death! 

3  »  With  well  fed  flefh  aad  haughty  eves 

11   Tbev  lay  their  fears  to  fieep  ; 
li   Againd  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
l'  While  faints  in  hlcnce  weep. 

4  ;4  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

41  And  clean  ie  my  heart  in  vain  ; 
44  For  I  am  chat'leivM  all  the  da- , 
14  The  night  renews  my  pain. " 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaint j, 

I  feci  my  hear:  reprove. 


PSALMS.  13  ; 

"  Sure  I  {ball  thus  offend  thy  faints, 

."  And  grieve  the  men  Hove." 

ut  ftilll  found  my  doubts  too  hard. 

The  conflict  too  fevere, 
Till  I  retired  to  fearch  thy  word, 

And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 
There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  finner  fit 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp' ry  place, 

Befide  a  fiery  pit. 
I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 

'Til!  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 

And  he  awakes  in  heil. 
Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beait! 
Thus  to  fufpecl  thy  promised  grace, 

And  think  the  wicked -bleft. 
o  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 

Upheld  bv  pow'r  unknown  ; 
That  bleiTed  hand  that  broke  the  fnare 

Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

pALM    LXXIIT.    ver.  23,-28,  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter, 

QOD,   my  fnpporter  and  my  hopi, 

My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  ef  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 
i  Thy  councils,  Lord,  fhail  guide  my  feet 
Through  life's  bewildered  race  'T 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  d;ve}\  before  thy  face. 
i  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  Go<2} 
'Twould  be  ncjoy  to  me  ; 


I .  $8  PSALMS. 

And  n-hilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 

I  long  for  none  but  thee. 
4  What  it*  the  fpdngs  of  life  fhonld  break. 

And  flefti  and  heart  fnould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 

The  ftrength  of  every  faint. 

.7  Behoid,  the  finners  that  remove 
Far  from  thy  pre  fence  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 
6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  mall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXIII.    ver.  22,  3,  6,  17,-—  2: 

Long  Metre. 

The  profperitj  of  finners  curfet3. 

i    I^ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I 
To  mourn,  and  murmur,   and  repine, 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  {bine. 

2  But,  oh,  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 

Thy  faneluary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 

And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  pfe, 

I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 
There  they  mayftand  with  haughty  eves, 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fa  ft  thev  flee  ! 

Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  ; 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony, 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchafc  with  nv,  blood  ; 


p   S   A  L   M    S.  139 

;ord,  'tisenough  that  thou  art  miner 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 
PSALM    LXXIII-    Short  Metre. 
The  rvyftery  of  Providence  unfolici. 
$URE  there's  a  righteous  God, 

Nor  is  religion  vain; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 

And  men  of  grace  complain. 
Xfaw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes 
In  robes  of  honour  mine. 
Pamper 'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

Their  fleffe  looks  full  and  fair. 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  iiowing  feas, 

And  grows  without  their  care. 
Free  f-orn  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  oppreilion  reigns, 

And  racks  the  humble  poor, 
Their  impious  tongues  biafpheme 

The  everlaiting  God ; 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 
S  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulged  ray  doubts  to  rife  ; 

Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  bears 

"  The  things  below  the  fides  ?"] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

•    Held  me  in  hard  fufpence, 
'Till  to  thine  houfe  my  i'eet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word,  with  light  and  power, 

Did  my  miflake  amend  ;  . 
I  view'd'the  f&ners  life  before, 
But  here  I  learn'd  their  cm-. 


I  40  P   S   A  L   M  S. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ! 

And,  oh!  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 

That  waits  their  fall  below  1 

10  Lord  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  : 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

PSALM  LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  pleading  -with  God  under  fore  perfecu- 
tion. 

1  "^ILIL.  God  for  ever  cafe  us  off? 

His  wrath  far  ever  frnoke 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought ; 

With  their  Redeemers  blood; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  Hood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte, 

Aloud  our  rum  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wade 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray/d  and  fatif, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage  ; 
Aniidft  thy  gates  their  enfjgns  hang, 
And  there  their  hoffo  engage 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  wbrlbip  brok^  \ 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavie.it  ifcroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flame-  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  refl  ; 
"  Come  let  its  burn  at  cvcv"  (rheven) 
"  The  tempi*  and  t!  e  priett." 


P  S   A    L   M    S.  14 

.nd  {till,  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  power  and  grace, 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 
so  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief. 

But  all  in  filence  mourn  ; 
>or  know  the  times  of  ourvelief. 

The  hour  of  thy  return. 

PAUSE. 

low  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 

Shall  men  of  pride  biafpheme  ; 
ibali  faints  be  made  their  endleis  fong, 

And  bear  immortal  mame. 
Can  ft  thou  for  ever  lit  and  hear 

Thy  holy  name  profan'd  ? 
And  itiil  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 

And  full  withhold  thy  hand: 
What  ftrange  deliverance  haft  thou  fnown* 
In  ages  long  before  ? 
Andlltow  no  other  God  we  own, 
Ko  other  God  adore. 
Xboa  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond-'ro-us  vav, 

And  then  iecure  their  flight. 
Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  Ofene, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way? 

(.  Hath  not  thy  pojy't  form'd  evfry  coaft, 

And  let  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  furnmer's  heat,  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds? 

5  And  .(hall  the  Tons  of  earth  and  duft 

That  (acred  power  blaipheme  ! 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  firft  ! 
A  venire  thine  iniur'd  name. 


142  PSALMS, 

16  Think  en  the  covenant  thou  haft  made, 

And  ali  thy  v.  ovds  of  iove  ; 
Nor  let  rhe  birds  6f  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  doVe. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  m&ke  our  hope  their  jei-  ; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,   almighty  God, 

And  give  thy  children  re  it. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXV.  Long  Metre. 

■f  to  God  f  r  the  retur?:  efpece, 

T.    "TO  thee,    molt  high  and  holy  God, 

To  thee  our  tnankiul  hearts  we  raife  ; 
Thy  work"  declare  tl.y  name  abroad, 

Thy  wondrous  works  chmand  ourpraife. 

2  To  flav'ry  dodft/d,  ti.y  xhofen  foos 

Behold  theft  £ae%  triumphant  rife  ; 
And,   fore  opprefs'd    by  cat  thi y  t  hi  ones, 
They  fought  the  Sovereign  of  the  ikies. 

3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  v  ith  equal  power 

Arofe  thy  vengeance  a'pd  thy  grace, 

To  fcourge  their  legions  iVom  fife  more, 

And  fttvc  the  remnant  ef  thv  race. 

4  Thy  hand,   that  formal  the  refih-'s  main, 

And  reared  the  nicuntam's  awtnl  bead, 
Bade  raging  lea-;  their  rour.'e  reltrain, 
And  defer*  v.-ikls  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  c/wnc  by  chance, 

Nor  can  tiie  winds  fuCb  bTeflkigs  blow  ; 
'Tis  God,  the  i-ulne,  d>th  one  advance, 
'Tw  God  thut  iays  :iTi:d:.er  \oifr. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  tlifeir  pride, 

Nor  lilt  Co  '  ig'i  Weir  icon.h  1  hew, 
But  lay  their  iiiiiu>iS  HwWrgjhl  •   ■i'-«\r. 
And  t.vii  Kk  '   ' 


\ 

PSALMS.  I43 

5  S  A  !■  -vl    LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

el  f.ived  and  the  Adrians  deftroyed ;  or,  God's 
engeauce  againft  his  ene?ntes  proceeds  from  his 
jurch. 

N  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  ; 
His  name  in  I  rael  great  ; 
n  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 

And  Zion  Avas  his  feat. 
Imorg  th-?  praifes  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
Fiisre  he  received  their  juft  complaints 

Againft;  their  haughty  foes. 
From  Zion  Avent  his  dreadful  Avord, 
And  broke  that  threatening  fpear  ;' 
The  boAV,   the  arrows,   and  the  iword, 

And  cruuVd  thJ  AfTyrian  Avar. 
What  are  the  earth's  Avide  kingdoms  eiie 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ! 
The  hill  on  -which  Jehovah  dAvells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

Twas  Zion\s  King  that  flopp'd  the  breat'i 
Of  captains  and   their  'hands  ; 
:The  men  of  might  fleen  f-ui:  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike   hands. 

At  thy  rebuke,   O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  tenors  of  thy  roc:: 

Thy  vengeance  who  can  tclH 
What  pow'r  can  ft'sud  before  thy  "light 

When  once  thy  Avrath  appears?? 
When  heav'n  fhines  rciind  <vjrh -dread  tui  I%li1 

The  earth  adores  and  iVc-rs, 

When  God  in  his  cavu  fqv'feign  way's, 

Comes  down  co  Save  th*  c-ppre!; , 
I   p   rath  af  n'nfn  fhaii  work' his  prSrffe, 

And  hs'ii  ^efra:ri  the  reil. 


J  44  PSALMS. 

[9  Vows  to  the  Lord,  asd  tribute  bring: 
Ye  princes,  tear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  {hake  the  proudeft  kin£, 
And  fmite  his  armies  down. 
10  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  ihall  feel ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  foifook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.] 

PSALM  LXXVII.  Firftpart.  Common  Met 
Melancholy  cffau'ting,  and  hope  prevailing, 
r    rrO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour,  when  trouble  rofe, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,   and  dark  my  nights, 

My  foul  refused  relief; 
I  thought  oa  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  furrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  I  peak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
Acid  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times, 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
My   fpirit  fearch'd  forfecret  crimes 
Tnat  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Whieh  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  tlie  Lord  no  more  be  kind? 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  caft  me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 


P  S  A   L    M   S£.  1.45 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 

Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 
But  I  forbid  this  hopelels  thought, 

This  dai'k,  despairing  frame, 
Remembering  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  ; 

Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 
I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 

When  flefli  could  hope  no  more, 
o  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne  ; 

And  men  that  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fanctuary  known 

The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

iSALM  LXXVII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

lomfort  derived  from  ancient  providence  ;  or,  IJ'~ 
racl  delivered  from  Egypt ',  and  brought  to  Canaan. 

"  f|0\V  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  >'? 

(May  thy  own  children  fay  ;) 
w  The  great,   the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  f" 
>  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above; 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 
5  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  ly 
With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry  ; 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 
I  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 
Abandoned  to  their  foes ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

From  flavim  chains  he  fets  them  free, 

They  follow  where  he  calls ;  G 


146  PS    A    L   M   SV 

Ke  bade  them  venture  thiough  the  fea 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  tbee,  mighty  God, 

The  witers  law  tnee  come; 
Backward  tney  fled,  and  frighted  ftood, 
To  make  thiue  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy.  journey  through  the  ij~ 

Thy  fcootfteps,  Lordj  unknown  ; 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down." 
[8  Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  the  found, 
Through  clouds  and  darkaefs.  broke  j 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  ihone  around, 
And  earth  with,  thunder  ihook- 
9  Thine  arrows  thr-SHigb  the  fkies  were  hurl'd  1 


How  glorious  is  the  Lo 


Suyprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  ail  his  faints  ador'd, 
11  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock; 
A.iti,  i'afe  by  Moies'  hand, 
Through  a  drv  deleyt  l^d  hi?  flock 
To  Canaan's  oromis'd  land.'J. 

j*ALM  LXX'VIII.  Firft part.  ComtatonJMfetri 

jp 'rovl.U 'uce  of Ced  recorded ;  or,    Pious  t'du&i&i 
and  ti:dr:iCi-ion  of  children* 

i   IJE'T  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which  God  pertbrm'u  clold, 
Which  io  p.ur  younger  years  we  law, 
And  which  00-r  fathers  told. 
a  He  bids  as  wake  his  gfaries  known ; 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  : 
A«d  well  sonvey  his  wondefS  down: 
Through  ev'ry  yihng  r?-cc. 
31  Our  t*gs  ti*H  tell  fc&em  0  anr  foes,. 
iUiti.  the.v  again  to  theft'  ,- 


P  S   A  L   M   S\  14/ 

That  generations  yet  unborn 

May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 
Thus  ftiall  they  leara  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  ftaeds^ 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  jss  o;'ks5 

Butpracrife  his  com  mauds* 

PSALM  I.XXVHI-  Second  part.  Common  Metre, 

IfracTs   rebellion  ana \  punifitment ;    or,  'The  fins 
and  chajtifements  of  God's  people. 

1  Q  WHAT  a  ftiff  rebellious  houle 

Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to-  their  own  moft  fbiemn  vows, 
A»d  to  their  Maker's  grace  ! 

2  They  broke  the  covenant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his.  laws  defpife  ; 
Forgot  the  works,  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes  1 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  'light 

From  his  avenging  hand  j 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land  1 

4  The-y  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march' d  with  fafety  through^. 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  therxjoe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  m ark' d  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  fhade  and  light  \ 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  melt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirir.  fupply'd  \. 

The  gumirxg  waters  ilow'dr 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide,. 
Along  the  defert  road. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  Moil  High, 

And  dar'i  diftrufr.  his  hand; 


*3 


PSALMS. 

u  Can  he  with  bread  our  hoft  fupply 
"  Amidft:  this  barren  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord,  with  indignation,   heard, 
And  caused  his  wrath  to  flame ; 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  punijb merit  of  luxury  and  intemperance  ;  or, 
Cbaftife?nc?it  and  falvation. 

i    \^THEN  Ifrael  finn'd,  the  Lord  reprov'd, 
And  hll'd  their  hearts  with  dread  ; 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  fent  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  Ho  fed  them  with  a  liberal  hand, 

And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  pro  virion  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  (how'r, 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
The  food  nf heav'n,  fo  light,   fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

4  But  they,  in  murmuring  language,  faid, 

"  Is  manna  all  our  feaft  ?' 
"  We  lothe  this  light,  this  airy  bread; 
"   We  maft  have  SeJh  to  tafte." 

5  i(  Ye  fhall  have  flefh  to  pleafe  your  luft," 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd  ; 
And  fen*  them  quails,   like  fand,  or  dud, 
Heap'd  up  on  every  fide. 

6  He  g*ve  them  all  their  own  defire  ; 

And,  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  Tome  were  flain,  the  reft  returned, 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  tear.: ; 


PSALMS.  J  4^ 

Under  the  rod  they  fearM  and  mourned, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 
'Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 
The  nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave 
Poflefs'd  the  promised  land. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  ver.  32,  &c.  Fourth  part- 
Long  Metre. 
Backftiding  and  forgivenefs  ;  or,  Sin  puuijhed 
and  faints  faved. 

1  QREAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove, 

By  turns,  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ; 
There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  bad  wrought  S 
Then  they  provoked  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  tear. his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confaro'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain; 

A  tedious  march,  through  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their4  ftrength,  and  fpent  their  days. 

4  Oft,  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flam, 
Theymourn'd,   and  fought  the  Lord  again  J 
Cali'a  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,   and  their  God. 

5  Their  prayers  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
As  flattering  words,  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  bis  covenant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov7 reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  re>er  deferv'd  to  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turned, 
Or  eiie  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail3 
He  faw  temptations  ftiil  prevail  \ 


> 


PS    A    L   M    S. 


The  God  of  Abra'm  lov'd  them  Btill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM    LXXrx.    Long  Metre. 
For  the  dijfrefs  of  war. 
i    QEHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foc- 
Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 
Thy  holy  temple  rtands  defiVd, 
In  duft  thy  (acred  walls  are  laid. 

2  Wide  o'er  the  vallies  drench'd  in  blood, 

Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain  ; 

The  fowls  of  heaven  their  fiefh  devoui, 

And  favage  beads  divide  the  (lain. 

3  TV  infulting  foes,   with  impious  rage, 

Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face  ; 
64  Where  is  your  God  of  boafted  power, 
"   And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace  ?" 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 

Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  figb, 
And  let  thy  fov'reign  power  reprieve 
The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die. 

5  Let  thofe,  who  dar'd  t'  infu't  thy  rei;n, 

Return  difrnayM  with  endlefs  fname, 
Wbiie  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
S'lalljfrom  thy  vengeance,  learn  thy  name 

6  So  fliall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 

Eternal  fongs  of  honour  raifc, 
And  every  future  age  fhall  tell 

Thy  fov' reign  pow^r  and  pard'ning  grace. 

PSALM    LXXX.    Long  Metre. 

The   church's  prayer  under  affliction  ;  or,  The 
■vineyard  of  God  ivafred. 
i    QREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwe'J, 
And  led  the  tribes,   thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  through  the  defert  and  the  deep — 


PSALMS,  I5T 

Tbv  church  is  in  the  deferf,   Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford  J 
Turn  us  to  thee,   thy  Jove  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,   and  figh  no  more. 
Great  God,  whom  beav'nly  feofts  ©bey, 
How  long  fhall  we  lament  and  prav, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 
Inftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

pause  the  firfi% 
Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands, 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground? 
How  did  the  fpreadiug  branches  fhoor, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit? 
But  new,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,   that  lovely  tree. 

Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defaced  * 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 
Return,  almighty  God,  return  ;  . 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  (hall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

pause  the  fecond. 
Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  1 
Attack' d  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
'Till  the  fair  branch  of  promife  rofe. 
0  Fair  btanch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  fhoet 
From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root; 


I52  PSALMS. 

Himfclf  a  noble  vine,  and  we 
The  lefier  branches  of  the  tree. 

1 1  'Tis  thy  own  Son  ;   and  he  flia!!  /land, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength,   at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Thy  f;rit-born  Son,   adorn'd  and  blefs'd 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O!  for  his  fake,  attend  my  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,   thy  love  reftore, 
Ye  mail  be  fav'cL  and  figh  no  more. 

PSALM  LXXXI.  ver.  1,  8, — 16.  Short  Me trej 

The  -ua nivg  of  God  to  his  people;  or,  Sfiritom 

blejjiugs  and  punijbmeuts. 

J    gING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 

And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
Cj.c  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  ; 
Let  Ifr'el  hear  his  voice. 

2  "  From  idols 'falfe  and  vain 

***  Preferve  my  right's  divine  ; 
li  I  am  the  Lord  v.  I10  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  fiavery  and  of  fn. 

3  "  Stretch  thv  deflres  abroad, 

H   And  \*]\  iiirply  tber''  ^'e'!  » 
«<  But  it*  ye  ^w. ill  refu'.e  ydur  God, 
"  If  ItW;  v.  ill  rcl.c-;, 

4  «   I'll  leare  them,"    faHJj  the  Lord, 

li  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 
"   And  let  tlieiri  run  the  dangerous  road  { 
"   'Tis  their  own  choion  way. 

5  "  Yet,  O!  drat  aU  my  iamts 

«'   Would  v    ■  kci   to  my  voice! 
V  Soon  I  would  ea  e  their  fore  compLm'j, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  Wmla  I  de^rVoy  their  foe, 

"  I'll  richly  teed  rov^ock, 


psalms.  r  S3 

"  And  they  mall  tafte  the  {bream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  Rock."' 

P  S  A  I.  x\I    LXXXH.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  fupreme  Governor  ;  or,  .Magi ft  rates 
■warned. 
i    ^rvlONG  th'  aiTembiies  of  the  great, 
A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreflive  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ; 

3  Thev  know  not,  Lord,,  nor  will  they  know, 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  ihall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Avife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
PoiTets  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

P  S   A  L  M    LXXXII.     Short  Metre. 
A  complaint  againft  per f ecu  tor  s\ 

1  ^AND  will  the  God  of  grace 

Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  fleep? 

2  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  ml/chief  fpread 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee, 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  cues 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deilroy,  G  2 


154  PSALMS, 

4  "  Come,  let  us  join,"   they  cry, 

"•  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
"   'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
"  Nor  mein'ry  ft  all  be  fount!/' 

5  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind ; 
Give  them,  like  forefts,  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubbie  to  the  wind. 

6  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name  : 
Or  elie  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  (name. 

7  Then  fhall  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign.  Lord, 

PSALM    LXXXTV.  Firftpart.  Long: Metre 

The  plea[ure  of  pubic  ivoiOiip. 

1  UOW  pleaiant,.  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  ofhofts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints. 
To  meet  ttr*  aflemblies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  • 
My  God  !   my  King! Why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  fronvall  my  joys  and  thee  I 

3  The  fparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft:; 
But  will  my  God  to  iparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want? 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  Iky; 
Thy  b righted  glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Elefs'd  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  tiae  temple  of  thj  grace; 


PSALMS.  15  J 

There  to  behol-d  thy  gentler  rays, 

And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife.  ' 

6  Elefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  fbrength;   aud  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk,  with  growing  ffrength, 
'Till  all  fhaii  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worftiip  there. 

PSALM  I.XXXIV.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 
God  arid  bis  church  ;  or,  Grace  and  glory- 

1  QREAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  fings 

The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  s 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirtlu 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfie,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eaie,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door~ 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  ailualts  of  bell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without,  and  fees  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  i 
Hs  gives  us  all  things,  and  withhold- 
No  real  goodfrsrn  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hoits  of  heav'n  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 


l  }  i'  r  >  a   j<  m  o. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.  ver.  I,  2,  3, 10,  paraphrafed. 

Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  ordinances  of  ivorjhip  ;  ©r,  Godprefent 

in  his  churches. 

1  3YJY  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 

To  which  thy  God  retorts  ! 

'■  Tis  heaven  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  t-he  fkies 

His  faving  po\v;r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
Wifeb  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  Witb  liis  rich  gifts  the  h«av;nly  Dove 

Defcend:,  and  fills  the  place  ; 
While  Chrift  repeals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  fneds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

Trie  fecrets  of  thy  will  ; 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  iing  thy  praifes  it  ill. 
p  a  u  s  e. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 

Wr.i'.e  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  2 

6  The  fparrow  builds  he rfe If  a  neft, 

And  fufFerr  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me,  like  the  fparrow s,  blefs'd, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ* d  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threihold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jefus  i*  within, 
RatLer  than  fill  a  throne  of  flatc, 
Among  the  tents  of  hn. 


PSALMS.  157 

Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundleis  fea, 
For  one  blefs'd  hour  at  thy  right  hand 

I'd  give  them  both  away. 
S  A  L  M    LXXXIV.     As  the  i4?thi?falin. 

~Longtng  for  the  houfe  of  God. 
T  ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 

How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  defires, 
To  fee  my  God. 
The  fparrow  for  her  young, 

With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 

And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  reft  : 

My  fpirit  faints, 
With  equal  zeal, 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 
O  happy  fouls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  he 
O  happy  men  tbac  pay 

Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 

They  praiie  thee  itih: 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion'::  hill. 
They  go  from  ftrgngi  r.  to  ftren.gtb, 
Through  this  dark  ya  2     f  tears, 
''Till  each  arrives  at  )c: 

'Till  each  in  he  a  .       :.::  peari. 

O  glorious  fea' . 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thicher  bring 
Our  willing  feet. 


Ij3  P    S    A   L   M    S. 

PAUSE. 

5  To  fper.d  one  facred  day 

Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  tKoufend  days  beir'e  -■ 

Where  God  reforts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door, 

Than  thine  in  courts 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  (hjeld, 

Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gift-,  our  band',  are  fuTJ, 
We  draw  .our  b! effing"  thence  ; 

He  mail  befl  rw 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 
7  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 
Hh  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofe  hi:  heart  approve-. 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls ; 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  holts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trnils 
Alone  in  thee. 
P  S  A  L  M    LXXXV.  ver.  i ,— 3. 

Long  Metre. 
W»itmg  for  .77:  anfwer  to  prayer;  or, 

begzm  and  completed. 
I   T  ORD,   thou  haft  ca'd'd  thy  grace  to  mino1 
Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Irrael  fiun'd, 

And  brought  his  wana'ring  captives  borr 
2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 

And  made  thv  Here  eft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  out  falvation  be  complete. 


■  rs  a  i  ft  s.  i;9 

Revive  our  dying  graces,   Lore. 

And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  J 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 

We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 
We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay; 

He'll  fpeaky  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aitray, 

Left  his  returning  .wrath  inereafe. 

SALM   LXXXV.    ver.  9,  fat:    Second  part'- 
Long  Metre. 
Solvation  fa  Gbrijt: 
5ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  j 
And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 

Fiefh  hopes  of  glory  fh ail  afford. 
Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met,     [heav 'n  ! 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from 
By  his  obedience,  fo  complete,, , 

juftise  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv*h. 
Now  truth  and  honour-  fn all  abound 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again,. 
And  heavenly  influence  blefs  the  ground- 
in  cur  Redeemer's  geatler  rasgn. 
His  righfeaufnefs  is  gone  before ,. 
To  give  us  free  asceis  to  God  y- 
Our  wandering  feat  fhall  {tray  no  more,- 
ButmarkAis  fteps.  and  keep  the  road. 
E  S  A.L-M   LXXXVL     ver.  8,-13. 
Gcmmon  Mitre. 
Agemralfong  of  praife  to  God. 
£MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 
^for  is  their  natnre,  mighty  Lord, 
:    Nor  are  their  works  like  thine , 
(Hie  nations  thou  haft  made  fhall  brinr 
,    Tneir  off' rings  round  thy  throne  ;  " 


160  r  S  A  L  M  s. 

For  thou  alone  dofr  wmd-ous  things 
For  tiiou  art  Gcd  alone. 

3  Lord,  1  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 

Teach  nie  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand' ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shalt  thole  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
'Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXXVIF     Long  Metre. 

The  ehvr'ctrthe  birth  price  of  the  f  ants  ;   or,  Jews 

'  and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Cbrtfthn  churc*. 

i   C  OD  ^  his  earthly  temple  lays         %  j] 
Foundation  tor  hi;  heavenly  praue  ; 
He  lik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ("till  in  Zioq  laves  to  dwell, 

2  His  mercy  vifits  every  houfe 

~  That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows ; 
But  malces  a  more  delightful  ftay, 
y/here  churches  meet  to  prai.e  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  de'crib'd  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  in  Zjon  told  . 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  (hall  Tyre  and  Egypt  Iomivv. 

4  E^vpt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  aneu  ; 
Angels  and  men  (ball  join  to  iing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring, 
VVben  God  makes  ap  his  lad  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Tv\  ill  be  an  honour  to  appear 
As  .nepiw-born  aV.d  nourifc  d  there. 


PSALMS.  l6l 

\LM  LXXXVIir.  As  the  1 13th.  Long  Metre, 

Lofs  of  friends,  and  ab fence  of  divine  grace. 
Q  God  of  my  falvation,  bear 

My  nightly  groan,  ray  daily  prayer, 

That  ftill  employ  my  wafting  breath ; 
My  foul,  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  ibv'reign  pow'r  tofave 

From  dark  defpair  and  lafting  death. 
Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  fcrrows  o'er  me  roll. 

While  duft  \nn  {lie nee  fpread  the  gloom  : 
My  friends  belov  u  in  happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 

Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 
As  left  in  lonely  grief  I  tread     , 
The  mournful  rnanfions  ef  the  dead, 

Or  to  Tome  throng'd  aftembly  go; 
Through  all  alike  1  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgotten,  there  unknown. 

The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 
And  why  will  God  negieft  my  call  ? 
Or  who  mall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires? 
Can  dull:  and  carknefs  praiie  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heavenly  quires ; 
Yet,  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 
I've  pray'd  tG  thee,  and  fiill  will  pray, 

Imploring  ftill  thy  kind  return — - 
fjut  oh  I    my  fnands.  my  comforts,  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  desd 

Recall  my  v/aodering  thought*?  to  mourn 

PSALM  L^XXTK.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
'be  covenant  made  ~a)ith  Cbrifi ;  or, The  true  Duvta, 
|?OR  ever  ftiall  ray  fong  record 

The  truth  and  mercy  of  tLe  Lord ; 


Ift2  PSALMS, 

Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  fland, 
Like  heav'n,  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Tims  to  hi-,  Son  he  fware  and  faid, 

"  With  thee  my  covenant  firft  is  made  ? 
"  In  thee  (hall  dying  Tinners  live  ; 
*;   Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  u  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  mv  prieft  ; 
"  Thy  children  (hail  be  ever  blefs'd; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  thy  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 

A   "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
"  Celeftial  powers  thy  fubjeifts  are, 
"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare? 

5  "  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofc, 
"   To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufti  my  foes, 
il  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifli  throne, 
M  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Son." 

a  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing 
Tefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  : 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  mow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre 

The  faithfuhtefs  of  God. 
i    |yj  Y  never-ceafing  fong  (hall  fhow 
Tiie  mercies  of  the  Lord; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know, 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  T^e  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure; 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'9  Jewifh  throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  covenant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 


P    S    A    S-    M    S,  5  A  3 

iis  feed  for  ever  fhall  poiFefs 
A  throne  above  the  Ikies  ; 

7he  meaneft  fubjefts  of  his  grace 

,    Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

;l,ord  God  of  hofl^,   thy  wondrous  ways 

'  Are  fung  bv  faints  above; 

!,nd  faints  on  earth  their  honour1?,  raife 

I  To  thy  unchanging  love. 

'.LM    LXXXIX-    v&.    7,  6r.    Second  parr. 

Common  Metre. 
e  ptrtver  and  majefi-i  of  God;  or,   Reverential 
tuorjhzp. 

^ITH  reverence  let  the  faints  appear, 

And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
jiis  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
|  And  tremble  at  his  word. 

How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  might  thine  armies  fhine  ! 
jVhere  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
!   Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 
Che  northern  pole,  and  Southern,  refr 
I    On  thy  Supporting  hand  ; 
;<arknefs  and  day,  from  eaft  to  weft, 
i  Move  round  at  thy  command. 
|?hy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 
!   And  rule  the  boifterous  deep  ; 
?hou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 

The  rolling  billows  deep, 
feav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  Tea,  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell  ; 
$&ey  faw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  ihine 

When  Egypt  durft  rebel, 
uftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ! 
Phile  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 

Invite  us  near  thy  face. 


164  PSALMS. 

PSALM   LXXXIX.    yer.  15,  ire.   Third  p; 
Cominon  Metre. 

A  bleffel  gofpel 

r   j^LESS'B  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  knep 
The  gofpel's  joyful  found! 
Peace  mall  attend  the  path  they  go. 
And  light  their  lteps  furround. 

2  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up, 

Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 

His  righteoumeis  exalts  their  hope, 

And  fills  their  foes  with  fhame. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  falvation  gives; 
Ifrael,   thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.   ver  19,  &c  Fourth  pa 
Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  mediatorial  kingdom  ;  o*-,    His  drvn 
and  human  nature. 

r   T-JEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vif:or:  laid. 
And  made  his  mercic 
4i  Sinners,  behold,  your  heip  is  laid 
"   On  ray  almighty  Son. 

2   "  Behold  the  man  my'wififeiri  chefe 
<*   Among  your  mortal  rate  : 
41   His  head  my  hbly  oil  overflows 
"   With  full  fuppHes  of  :race- 
-   li  ITirh  fhal!  he  reign  o-    \  .rone, 

"  My  people* 
'■  M    arm  fiball  beat    i 

"  And  iliil  nev  .  ,ri;- 

4  "  My  truth  mall  guard  him  in  the  way, 

M  With  mercy  by  his  iide  ; 
M  While,  in  my  name,  oVr  earth  and  fea 
M  He  fhall  in  triatftpb 


r  s  a  l  m  s.  1.65 

:  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 
*'  He  (hall  for  ever  own; 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode,. 
il  And  I'll  fnpport  my  Son. 
My  fii-ft-born  Son,  array'd  in  grace, 
"  At  ray  right  hand  fhall  fit ; 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"   And  monarehs  at  his  feet. 
My  covenant  ilands  for  ever  fail, 
"  My  promifes  are  itrong  ; 
Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  ihall  laft, 
u  His  feed  endure  as  long." 

4LM    LXXXIX.  ver.  30,  &c.    Fifth  part. 

Common  Metres 
covenant  of  grace  unchangeable  >,  or,  Affl.;cTic;i 

-without  rejection. 

yET/'  faith  the  Lord,  "  if  David's  race, 

li  The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
M  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 
Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 
"  And  make  their  folly  fmart; 
Bat  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
u  Nor  from  my  truth  depart/' 

;  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

u  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
;    And  what  my  loA'e  eternal  fpoke, 

"  Eternal  truth  iliali  bind- 
;  Once  have  I  fworn,   (I  need  no  more,) 

"   And  plecg'd  my  holinefs, 
;  To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 

"  To  David  and  his  race, 
;  The  fun  faall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 

"  And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
5  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  ikie.» 

"  To  give  the  nations  day. 


1 66  P    S    A   L   M   5. 

6   "  Sure  as  the  moon,   thac  rules  che  night, 
"•   His  kingdom  mall  erdure, 
44  'Till  the  nx'd  laws  of  ftiade  and  light 
st   Shall  be  ob.'erv'd  no  more." 

P  S  A  L  3Vh  LXXXIX.    ver.  47,  &c,  Sixth  pg 
Long  Metre. 
Mortality  and\  hope. 
A  Funeral  Pialm. 
j    REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  flat^, 
How  frail  our  life,   how  ffiorc  our  date 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death. 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefh.  and  itrength  repine  ana  cry, 
44   Muft  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ! 
"   Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain? 

3  44  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft? 

44    Are  not  thy  fervants  turned  to  duft  ?f* 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  gghs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word: 
Awake,  our  iouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.    ver.  47,  ire.   Laft 
As  the  Ji^thPfaim. 
Lifef  deat;:y   and  the  refurrettio?!. 

1  T1IINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

How  few  his  hours,  how  mort  his  fpaa 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  flrill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,   fiiall  it  be  for  ever  fold", 
»4  The  rate  of  man  was  only  mace 


PSALMS.  II 

"  For  fscknefs,  farrow,    and  the  dull  l>f 
Are  not  thy  fervants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turned  to  elay  ? 

Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  jufU 

3  Hail  thou  not  promised  to  tliy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown? 

3M  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  deipair  ; 
For  ever  b'leued  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  find  a  refurreclion  there. 
I  For  ever  hleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  lcng  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain  ; 
Let  ail  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 
And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

P  S  A  L  M    XC.     Long  Metre* 

Man  mart a  I \  and  Gad  eternal. 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 
!    THRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

Thou  art  our  red,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  e'er  heaven  was  made. 
Or  earth,  thy  humble  footttool,  laid. 
;  Long  [-radii  thou  reign*d  e'er  time  began, 

Or  daft  was  falhion'd  jnro  man  : 
'   And  long  thy  kingdom  mail  endare 
When  earth  and  time  mall  be  no  mote. 
But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  ;md  vanity  : 
Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Loid,  wasjnft 
*.«  -Return,  yefmners,  to  your  daft.** 
4  A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
I.'ke  yeiterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  lait  watch  of  ending  ai£ht'.l 


3  68  PSALMS. 

P    A  U   S  E. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away:  our  life's  a  dreara; 
An  empty  tale  ;   a  morning  flowerj 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

[6  Onr  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet; 

How  ihort  the  time  !   how  frail  the  fl.ate  ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  oh  !    how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 
We  fear  the  power  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 

S  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'•Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM   XC.    ver.  i,— 5.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Man  frail,  and. God  stsrnal. 

1  ()UR.  God,  our  help  ia  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  flicker  from  the  ftormy  blait, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure; 
Sufficient  is  thine- arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame , 

From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 

To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  fleih  to  duft, 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft. 
And  turn  to  earth  a^ain. 


PSALMS.  1 6^ 

A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight . 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 

Before  the  fifing  dawn. 
I  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their1  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood. 

And  loft  in  following  years. 
Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away,' 
They  fly,  forgottea,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  ftand 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 

Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 

Our  God,    our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  Iaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

ALM  XC.  ver.  8,  n,  2,  io,  12.  Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

nfrmities  and  mortality  the  effeCi  of  fin  ;  or, 

Life,  old  age,  and  preparation  for  death. 

LORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 

And  juftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 

And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 
Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 

Their  immortality. 
Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable,  or  a  fong; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies,  v    • 

Nor  can  our  joys  bedong.  -      :  jc 


170  r  %  A  L  M  s. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 
To  threefcore  y*ars  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  t 1 at  fhort  account 
Is  lor  row,   toil,  and  pain. 
[5  Our  vitals  w  irh  lafcpriqas  ftrife 
Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tire  fame  read.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  no,t  tfcy  wrath  alone  : 
Oh  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies-  o£thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouh  xvsuld  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

f*  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
Ihat  we  ha'agf  aft  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  be  vtmd  the  grave. 

PSALlft   XC    ver.    1%  ix.     Third  parr 

Common  Metre.. 

J&rea&ixg  after  hi-.iveit. 

1   p^ETUJU*,.  OGcjcbc^  love^  return  j 
Earth,  is  2»  ta&f&Bie  place  ;. 
Vlow  ioftg  Ihali  we„  thy  children,,  raoura 
CXu-  ai>.cH<;e  $«Bi  bfeg  f*ce  5 
3,  Let  heaven  fu^veed  onr  painful1,  years,. 
Let  Cm  andlbrrcw  ceaie,. 
And  In  proportion  to  our  tears 
So  make  our  jpys-Inereafe. 

3  Thy  winders  to  thy  fervants  mow,. 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  ihaH  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  T/ei>  fhall  we  fiine  before  thy  thro 

n  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
Ajid  the  p«=»or  fervice  we  bftfC  dc-  e 
CTleet  a  civir.e  K>wu'd^ 


V  S  A   L   M   S.  171 

PSALM    XC  ver.  5,  is>,    U.    Short  Me  tre. 

The  frailty  and  Jbittnefs  of  life, 
c    T  OHD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  1  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

\  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firft  I 
And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day5 
'Tis  mouldering  back  to  duft» 
)  Our  moments  fly  ^pace, 
Our  feeble  powers  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly 

We'll  keep  their  ead  in  fight, 
Y/e'll  ipend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o^er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea  ; 
Soon  we  (hall  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  blefs'd  eternity. 

?SALM  XCI.  ver.  1,— 7.  Firftpart.  Long  Metres 
Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 

r  HE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  rooft  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fliade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

X  The»  will  I  fay,  *'  My  God,  thy  power 
**  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tower  : 
**  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 
**  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft."* 

,  Thrice  happy  man  I  thy  Maker*s  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare  j 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways*. 


172  PSALMS. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood 

From  birds  of  prey,  that  feek  their  blood, 
Tne  Lord  his  faithful  faints  (hall  guard^ 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  a  heahhful  fhade. 

6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifrael  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifrael' s  God  be  there. 

pause. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand,  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path,  ten  thoufand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves, 
Amongft  the  dead,  am  id  ft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Paft  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefs'd. 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire  ; 
From  fjn>  and  forrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,   Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM    XCI.    ver.    9,— 16.  Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Protection  from  ieatk,    *;t.>rd  of  angels,   victory 

and  deliverance. 
1    Y^  '•ns  of  men,  a  fseble  race, 
.Ex:posad  to  ev'ry  mare, 
Co-ns.  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 


PSALMS.  I7g 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you,  left  yeu  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  flones  ; 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  feht  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat: 
He  that  hath  bruised  the  ferpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  u  Beeaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave  thern,"  faith  the  Lord ; 
**  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
M  Deftru&ion  and  the  fword. 

7  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

""  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  power  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
u  And  raife  them  when  they  die\ 

8  ii  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

*'  I  honour  will  in  heav'n  ; 
"  There  my  falvation  fhall  be  ihown, 
u  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

PSALM    XCII.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
A  pf aim  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  5WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my.King, 

To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  iing? 
To  fhew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  cares  fhall  feize  my  breaft? 


174  PSALMS.* 

Oh  may  my  heart  in.  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp  of  foiemn  found. 

3  My  heart  fefaft  Ctluttifftl  in  my  Lor^J, 
And  bleis  hi",  works,  and  blei's  hi*  v/ord  ; 
Thy  works  oC  grace,  how  bright  tf.ty  &  ine ! 
Kow  deep  thy  counfehl  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  ft  high  ; 
L:ke  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  the,  die, 
Like  graOs  they  floorira,  'till  thy  breach 
Blaft  them  in  cverlafling  death. 

5  But  I  mall  fhare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  weli  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  frelh  fupplies  of  joy  arc  fhed, 
Like  holy  oil,   to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin,   (my  worft  enemy  before,) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  : 
My  inward  foe?  ihall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  (balk  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  defigtf,  or  wiiVd  below  ; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  en!j>l«>y 
In  that  eternal  world' of  joy. 

PSALM   XCU.    ver.  12,   &c.     Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  GW. 

1  r^ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 

In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  cedar,  frelh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faitn  and  love, 
Blefs'd  with  thine  influence  from  above; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  it?  trees, 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  (hall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  nmfr  thrive,) 


PSALMS.  i  7£ 

Time,  that  doth  all  things  eife  impair, 

Still  makes  tbem  Rourifh  ftrong  and  fair. 

Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  fhew 

The  Lord  is  holy,  juPr,  and  true  ; 

None  that  attend  his  gates  (hall  find 

A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 
^ALM  XCIII.  Firft  Metre-  As  the  lOOthPfalm. 
The  eternal  and  the  fovereign  God. 

TEHOVAH  reigns ;  he  dwells  in  light, 

•*  Girded  with  majefty  and  might  : 

The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 

Still  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 

But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made,, 

Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 

Thyfelf  the  ever- living  God. 
\  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 

And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  Ikies ; 

Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high! 

At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

For  ever  fhfdl  thy  throne  endure  ; 

Thy  promife  ftands  for  ever  fure  ; 

And  everlafting  holinefs 

Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 
PSALM    XCIII.     Second  Metre. 
As  the  old  50th  Pfalm. 

1  THE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  ; 

His  robes  of  flare  are  ftrength  and  majefty; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  eftablifh/d  by  his  hand  : 
Long  ftood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  j 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs their  waves  againft  the  fkies; 


J  7^  PSALMS. 

Foaming  at  heav'n,  thdy  rage  with  wild  con 
motion,  [ocea, 

But  heavVs  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwellii. 
3  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more ;  ye  floods,  be  fiil 
And  thou,  mad  world,  rubmiflive  to  his  will 
Built  en  his  truth,  his  church  muft  ever  ftand 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftreng  his  hand  : 
Sec  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  bin- 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  hin 
PSALM    XCIII.     Third  Metre. 
As  the  old  !22d  Pfalm. 

1  T'HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

And  royal  {rate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crowr/d ; 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  fecurely  flands, 

And  ikies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  -* 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high 

Ere  ftars  adonvM  the  fey ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 
Like  billows,  fierce  and  loud, 

Againtt  thine  empire  rage  and  roar; 

In  vain,  with  angry  fpite, 

The  Airly  nations  fight, 
And  dafh,  like  waves,  againft  the  more. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  pow'r  engage, 

Let  fwelling  tides  aflault  the  fky  : 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down ;  '_>  ■ 

Thy  throne  for  ever  itands  on  hfgh.'  i* 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new» 


.P  S   A   L  MS.  177 

f.ere  ax'd  thy  church  mall  ne'er  remove; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
ad  fing  thine  eferlafting  love. 

Repeat  the  four  to  fres/za  to  complete  the  tune. 

SALM  XCIV.  ver.   1,   2,   7,— 14,  Firfi  part. 
Common  Metre. 

S.:J-::r  chaftftfedy  and  finners  deftroyed ;  ©r,  Iip- 
frrufiive  affliclians. 

Q  GOD'!   to  whom  revenge  belongs, 

Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'reign  power  redrefs  oar  wrongs,  ' 
Let  juflice  Unite  the  proud. 

They  fay,  c£  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  ;'* 

When  will  the  vain  be  wife  4 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 

Or  blind  who  made  their  eves  ? 

He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  mall  feel  his  power; 
His  wrath  (hall  pierce  their  fouls  with  p&in 

In  fome  furprifnig  hour. 

;  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 
Thou  hair  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Tby  providence,  thy  facred  book, 
Shall  make  then}  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy   courges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law.  .   .     • 

6  B^t  God  <viil  ne'er  ca-fc  oif  his  fauits, 
Nor  his  o'.vn  promife  break  ; 

lie  pardon-  his  inheritance 
For  taei"  Redeemer's  fake. 


I  78  PSALMS. 

PSALM    SSCIV,    ver.  16,-23.   Second 

Common  Metre. 
God  our  fupport   and  comfort;    or,  Delivei 
from  te  tnp  tat  ton  and  pe  rfe  cut  ion 

1  "^yHO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

Againft  my  num'rous  foes? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  ray  rock,   my  help, 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 
Mv  life  had  now  in  file  nee  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  "Alas!  my  Aiding  feet!"  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up ; 
Thy  grace  flood  contlant  by  my  fide, 
And  raised  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws; 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  ikies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  ber  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  bla'phemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  fhall  judge  the  proud^ 
And  cut  the  Turners  orf. 

PSALM    XCV.     Common  Metre. 
A pfalm  before  pr.tycr. 

1  €}ING  to  tbe  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvaticn  is  our  theme, 
J£xalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight. 

And  pfalms  of  honour  fiog; 


PSALMS.  179 

fhe  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
!   The  whole  creation's  King. 
Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 
1    How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thoie  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 

When  once  compared  with  him. 
vartb,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  ipacious  hand; 
Je  fix'd  the  leas  what  bounds  to  keep, 

And  where  the  hills  muft  ftp.nd. 
Dome,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face; 
Dh,  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 

Be  children  of  his  grace. 
^ow  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeir ; 
Ucme,  left  he  roufe  his  wrath,  and  fwear^ 
«  Ye  fhall  not  fee  my  reft." 

P  S  A  L  M    XCV.     Short  Metre- 
A  pf.ilm  before  fermon, 
POMS,  found  his  praife  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  fing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own  ; 

And  all  the  foJid  ground. 
Come,  worihip  at  his  throne, 

Come,   bow  before  the  Lord  J 
We  are  his  v  orks,  and  not  our  own  ; 

He  forta'd  us  by  his  word. 
To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  yo^r  gracious  Gcd. 


l80  P   S  A  L   M   S. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  ftubboru  Jew 
That  unbelieving  race  ; 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drefs'd, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
**  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

PSALM   XCV.    ver  i,  2,  3,  6,— it. 

Long  Metre. 

Cauasn  loji  through  unbelief ;  or,   A  ivdrninj  U 

defying  [inners. 

1  £OME,  let  your  voices  join  to  raife 

A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praiie  : 
God  is  a  fov'reign  King  ;  rehearfe 
His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  t'nun'd  our  natures  with  his  word ; 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;   we  the  fheep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  hi~.  love  obe} ; 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifrael  knew. 

4  Ifra'l,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prov« 
■    '-''  Forget  my  power,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft,  I  fwear, 
"  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 
[6  Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ; 
Attend  the  offer' d  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lofe  the  blefEngs  by  delay. 


1'  S   A    L-M   S.  161 

Ssize  the  kind  promife  v/hile  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  reft; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blefs'd] 

vALM  XCVI.  ver.  2,  10,  {jc.  Common  Metre 
Chris's  firft  and  fecond  coming. 

QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands,  - 

Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 

A  new  and  nobler  fong... 
Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  finking  world  fuftains? 

And  grace  fulrrounds  his  throne. 
Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  ihine  in  bright  array, 

And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 
The  joyous  earth,,  the  bending  ikies 

His  glorious  train  difplay  ; 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  valleys  rife, 

Prepare  the  Lerd  his  way. 
Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  bleis 

The  nations  as  their  God  -;  ' 
To  (hew  the  world  his  rights oufnefs, 

And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

His  voice- fliall  raife  the  numbering  dead? 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near; 
But  how  will  guilty  Rations  dread 

To  fee  their  Judge  appear  I 

P  S  A  L  M    XCVII.     As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalfrr. 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 
JJET  all  fiis  earth  their  voices  raife, 
To  'flag  the  choiceft  pialm  of  praifi, 
Tufmg  and  ble-3  Jehovah's  nan.c; 


r8a  psalms. 

His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
Hi:  wonders  to  the  nations  (how, 

And  all  hi;  (Saving  works  proclaim. 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,   Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known  : 
Nor  fiiall  our  worfhip  e'er  be  paid 
To  godi  which  mortal  hands  have  made; 

Oar  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  Ke  fram'd  the  globe,  lie  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  ; 
His  beams  are  majeity  and  light; 
His  beauties  how  div  inely  bright  1 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,   the  glorious  hour. 
When  earth  i'hall  feel  his  faving  power, 

Aad  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  fnall  the  race  of  men  coniefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holioefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM    XCVII     ver.   if— 5.     Firft  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Chrfft  reigning  ir:  he.n<e;:^    and  COf/tJttg  to  j  ilg- 
nttnt. 

1  WE  reigns;   the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns! 

Praie  hi:n  in  evangelic  (trains ; 

Lee  the  whole  earth  in  (bugs  rejoice, 
-    And  diftant  iilaud;  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels,  and  unknovi.  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupporfrhis  throne  ; 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  fur  round, 
JulLice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  Iu  robes  .of  judgment,  lo,  becomes, 
Shakes  the  .vide  earth, and  cleaves  the  tombs; 


PSALMS, 


l83 


Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,   the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  -with  foie  difmay, 
Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day ; 
Then  lift  your  head?,  ye  faints,   on  high/ 
And  fin g,   foMrour  redemption's  nigh. 

PSALM    XGVII-    ver.  6,-9      Se cond  part ■ 
Long  Metre. 
Ch  rift's  incarnation. 
i  THE  Lord  is  come  5   the  heavens  proclaim 
His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  5 
An  unknown  {tar  directs  t'»e  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  (kiss, 
Go,  v/orfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies y 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow? 
Thofe  gods  on  high,:  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter-to-  the  ground,' 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  '7 

But  Zion  fhali  his  glories  fing? 

And  earth  confers  her  fov'reign  King. 

PSALM  -XCVII.   Third  part.    Long  Metre. 
Grace  and  glory, 
1   'J'H'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 

O'er  all  the  earth,   o'er  all  the  iky; 
Though  clouds  anchdarJioefs  veil  his  ieer7 
His  dweKhig  is  the  mercy  feat* 

a  O,  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hateev'ry  -work  of  fin  and  fhame  .* 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends^ 
And  from  the  frrares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  his  faints  in  darknefs  fown  * 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife^ 
And  the  bright  harvefi  blefs  our  eyes. 


i$4  P   S    A    L   M   3. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 

The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord; 

None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 

Can  triumph  in  his  liolinefs. 

PSALM    XCVIT.    ver.  3,  5,-7,   u. 
Common  Metre. 
Chrfft's  incarnation,   and  the  laft  juigmsni. 
I   LET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea, 
Rejoice,   the  Saviour  reigm  ; 
Hi"  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 
■2  His  prefence  fmks  the  proudeft  hills, 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  iinner  dies. 

3  To?  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim  j 

The  idol  god  1  around 
Fill  their  cw.n  worfhippers  with  fhame, 
And  better  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring ; .angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  knotfrn  ; 
^Ttvus  -i.7'."  he  coma  to  j»»4ge  the  earth. 
And  angels  guard  Ills  throne?,' 

5  His  foes  iliai!  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and, fear  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  tire. 

6  The  feedi  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darkne;s  here, 
Shall  n  e  and  fp.ing  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  barvefl.  bear. 

PSALM  XC7TII.  Firil  part  C#mjBpn -Metri 

p<-:yfe  for  the  goi'pel. 

1  TO  o'ji  almighty  Maker,  God, 

N?n-  Hrtironrs'be  addrefi'd; 


PSALMS.  IBS 

His  great  falvation  fh'ines  abroad, 

And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd. 
To  Abra'm  firft  he  fpoke  the  word, 

And  taught  his  numerous  race  ; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reign  Lord, 

And  learn  to  truft  his  grace. 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  all  her  different  tongues ; 
And  ipread  the  honour  of  his  name 

In  melody  and  fongs. 

>ALM  XCVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  Mejfiuh's  coming  and  kingdom. 

TOY  t®  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come; 
^   Let  earth  receive  her  King: 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  roora, 

And  heav'n  and  nature  fmg. 
Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 

Repeat  the  founding  joy. 
No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow 

Far  as  the  curfe  is  founds 
He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace > 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  wonders  of  his  love. 

IPS  ALIVE  XGIX-    Firft  part.    Short  Metre. 
Chrift's  kktgdom  and  majgfty. 
^HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 


1  §6  PSALMS. 

2  Je'Ais  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  •„ 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  (hmd, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  ftands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine, 
His  church  fliaii  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glorias  mine. 

4  How  holy  is  hip  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice,  and  truth,  and  judgment" join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

l>  8  A  L  M    XCIX.   Second  part.    Short  Met; 

A  holy  God  -vuorjli'zppcd  -with  revcrer.ce. 
i  jrXALT  the  Lord  «ur  God, 
And  worlhip  at  his  feet, 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 
2,  When  Ifrael  T/as  his  church. 
When  Aaron  was  his  pried, 
When  Mofes  cry'ei,  when  Samuel  pray'd — 
He  gave  his  people  reil. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race; 
And  oft'  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame  ; 
Still  he' ;  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM  C.  Firft  Metre.     A  plain  tranfiatifl 

Praife  to  our  Creator. 
i   yE  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord  your  fov'reign  King  : 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 


PSALMS.  IS? 

2  The  Lord  is  God  :  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life  ami  breath,  and  being  give  : 
We  are  Ms  work,   and  not  o>vc  own ; 
The  Irieep  that  on  his  pafture  live. 
Iditer  hi;  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 

With  prai.es  to  his  courts^repair ; 
(And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honoirrs  there. 

'*Tbe  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  : 

Great  is  his  grace,   his  me--cy  fjre  ; 

And  the  whole  race  of  man  fnall  find 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

■  •»  A  L  M    C.    Second  Metre.     A  jparaphrafe- 
b  JgEFORE  Jehovah's  awfcl  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  ; 
I  Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone — 

He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 
If  His  fov'reign  power,- witheut  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men: 
!  And  when,  like  wandering  ftieep,  we  ilray'd, 
He  brought  u:  to  his  fold  again. 
We  are  his  people,  we  his  care,. 

Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  :         ■,„. 
!  Whajt  lading  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  ?vXaker,  to  thy  name? 
We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fong?, 

High  as  the  hetven  our  voices  raife  : 
Aad  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 
Wkle  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  Ieve  !— - 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mult  {rand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move  ! 
PSALM    CI.     Long  Metre. 
The  atagfftratt'j  pfaitn. 
\  [yJEKGY  and  judgment  are  my  fong; 
And  fince  they  both,  to  thee  belong , 


1 88  PSALMS. 

My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  raised  to  bear  the  fword, 
I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3.  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  : 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage,  and  ftrife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

[5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juft 
To  pofts  of  honour,  wealth,  and  trufl : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ltill.J 

6  In  vain  fhall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies; 
Nor,   while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The. impious  crew,   (that  factious  band,) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
.And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  power  fhall  be  fuppreiVd. 

PSALM    CI.     Common  Metre. 
A  pfihn  for  a  tnaftsr  of  a  family. 

1  QF  juftice  and  of  grace  I  ling, 

And  pay  my  God  my  vows, 
Thy  grace  and  juuice,  heav'oly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 

And  make  thy  fervanfe  wife  ; 

I'll  fufFer  nothing  near  me  there 

That  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 


PSALMS.  189 

The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  falfehood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 

I'll  baniih  from  my  doors. 
I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  j  uft, .   . 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  mail  truft, 

The  fervants  I'll  employ*    . 
The  wretch  that  .deals  in  fly  deceit,  . 

I'll  not  endure  a  night ; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 

And  banifh  from  my  light.  . '  • 

I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  % 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

SALM    CII.  yer.  1, — 13,  20,  21.  Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

A  prayer  of  the  affliffed- 

£J£AR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

But  anfwer,  left  I  die  ": 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  finners  cry  I 

Like  fmoke  my  wattiig  days  depart, 

When  it  diifoives  in  air, 
My  ftrength  is  dried,  my  broken  heart 

Is  finking  in  defpair. 

My  fpirits  flag,  like  withering  grafs 

Burnt  with  excefiive  heat : 
In  iecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 

And  I  forget  to  eat. 

As  on  feme  lonely  building's  top 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hop.1?    . 

I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 


1  f)0  *    S    A    L   M   S. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildemeft, 

Where  hearts  of  midnight  howl; 
Where  the  fad  raven  rinds  her  piuce. 
And  where  the  (creaming  owl. 

6  Davkdifmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  bread  j 
While  iharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  nsv  repftft  ; 
My  drjly  bread,  like  afhes,  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  laite. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord,  'tsvas  thy  hand  advanced  me  high-, 
Thy  hand  hath  calt  me  down. 

9  A'Jy  looks  like  withered  leaves  appear j 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint,  as  evening  lhadows  are, 
That  vanilh  into  night. 

10  But  thou  fcr  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  Gcd; 
Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpreatt  thy  works  abroad. 
ii  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fhew  thy  face, 
?$or  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  ttiJ  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 
1 2  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 
And,  by  myfterious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  l»  die, 
And  fill',  their  tongue  whh  praife. 
PSALM    CII.     ver.    i3,— 2»-     Second  { 
Common  Metre. 
Prayer  heard,  ami  Zio»  reftoretL 
5   J^T  Zion  and  her  ions  rejoice — 
Behold  the  promks'd  hour ; 


PSALMS.  191 

Her  Gcd  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 

And  conies  t*  exalt  his  power. 
Her  duft  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 
Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 

And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 
The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

And  ftand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  (hall  bow  before  bis  name, 

And  kings  attend  with  fear. 
He  fits*  foVreign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes"; 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'»ers  groan, 

And  fees  their  ftghs  arife. 
iHe  frees  the  foul  condemned  to  death, 
j     And,  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  tha'n't  be  faid,  44  That  praying  breath 
1     "  Was  ever  fpent  ba  vain." 
j  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  ieft  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 

And  truft,  andptaife  the  Lord. 

S  A  L  M    CII.     ver.  23,-28.     Third  part- 
Long  Metre. 
and  Cbrift^s  eternity  ;  or,  Stints 


:.;.'  s 


>c  « 


die,  but  Ctrift  and  the  church  live. 

[T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

Weakens  our  flrength  amidfr  the  race  ; 
Difeafe  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days, 
►pare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
.    Nor  let  our  fun  go  dov<n  at  noon  ; 
'  Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  iStifHhy  chtldieia  die  fo  Coon  I 
ff.t,  i&  the  raid  ft  of  death  and  grief, 
Thjb  thoagbr.  our  ioxrows  ih-d.ll  ?i,{Tuage  ; 


1^2  PSALMS. 

"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live ; 
"  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  every  age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid ; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand ; 
This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fad 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarrv  curtains  of  the  fky, 

Like  garments,  mail  be  laid  afide; 
But  ftill  thy  throne  ftandsfivm  and  high; 
Thy  church  for  ever  muft  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live  ; 

And  on  thy  throne  thy. children  reign; 
This  dying  world  (hall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM    CIIL   ver.  i,— 7-    Firft  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Blejfing  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  bod), 
i   ULESS,  O  rav  foul,  the  living  God, 

Call  home  thy  thoughts  thatrove  abro; 

Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 
2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 

His  favours  claim  the  higheft  praife  ; 

Why  mould  ungrateful  filence  hide 

The  bleffings  which  his  hands  provide  . 
q  'Tis  he,  mv  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  baft  aone; 

He  own',  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 
4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals,     -\ 

And  cures  the  pain  that  nature  feels— ; 

Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  andiaves 

Oar  wafting  life  from  threatening  graves. 
5  Our  youth  decay'dhis  pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crosvns  our  growui§.y«ars  ; 


PSALMS.  193 

He  fills  ourftore  with  ev'ry  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  food. 
He  fees  th' oppreffor  and  tV  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fuff'rer  reft : 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

n  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

His  power  he  Ihew'd  by  Mofes*  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifr'el  his  commands ; 
Sut  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.] 
Lejtthe  whole  earth  his  power  confefs« — 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhall  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

» S  A  L  M    CIII.    Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

;d's  gentle  chaftifevitnt ;  or,    His  tender  mercy 
to  hh  people. 

iTHE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 

How  firm  his. unto  !   how  large  his  grace  ! 
rle  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
*nd  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

; "■Jot  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
|The  itarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
\s  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

<2ot  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 

The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 

Is  bis  forgiving  grace  removes 

The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

Jow  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  I 

)n  fwifter  wings  fa4vation  flies  • 

\nd  if  he  lets  his  anger  burnj 

low  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

jimidft  his  wrath  companion  mines; 

Ms  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  :  ¥ 


194  PSALMS 

A^d,   while  bis  rod  correob  bis  faints.. 
His  ear  indulges  their  complain:^;- 

6  S->  fathers  their  youfr<*  ferns  chaftife, 
With  gentle  hand;  and  melting  eve  ;"; 
The  children  weep  beneath  t-Ue  fiuar:. 
And  move  the  jwty  of  their  heart. 

p  A  v  s  e. 

7  The  mighty  Godj.  the  wife  and  jrri, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  aull; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads ■impVe 
Beyond  the-  iirengdi  that  he  ben:ov;. 

8  Ke  knows  how  Jbou  ©*r  naure  dies, 
Blafted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  (lie?,. 
"Like  g-ars  we  fpring*  aad  dSc  a-. 

Or  morning  flowers  that  cad-;  at  soon. 

9  But  bis  eternal  lovd  i<  fare. 

To  all  the  fain t*J    and  :k-f. !  CHduve  ; 
From  age  to  a ge  1      !  Iwrfi  reVgn, 

?vor  children's  chfidren  fcuge  in  ' 

a  3   R  L  M  CKL    ver.  1,-7-  Fi  I 
Short  Metre. 

/,-:"7>  fjr  r>,:rhH.il  and  temporal  nicfCitS: 

i    QH  Hlerfs  the  !•;••,%  my  foul  1 
Let  all  t&ihiui  nre  join 
And  aid ■  iwy  tongue  to  clefs  hi-  name> 
Wbofe  firv^ro':  i  a~e  cKvio'e. 
o  Ob  blefs  the  Lo-d,  my  foul ; 
Nor  let  r.is  merties  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankinlnefs-, 
And' without  praifes  die. 
?  'Ti?  he:  forgW*s  thy  fur,  ^ 
'Tvs  be  relieves  thy  pain, 
'T;s  he  that  heals  thy 

Arw!    nakes  thee  young  again. 
4  ;?-  cro  vnt  thy  lift  wit-ti  Ii 


PSALMS,  tifi 

He  that  redeemed  my  foul  from  bell 
Hath  fov'reign  power  to  fave. 

;  He  nils  the  poor  v.ith  good  ; 
He  gives  the  fufPrers  reic  ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  tor  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th*  oppre-Vd. 
*  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known  j 
But  fent  the\  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM  CHI.  ver.  8,— 18.  Second  part. 
Short   Metre. 
abounding  comfcjjion  of  Gsd ;  or,  Mercy  in  the 
midji  of  judgment. 

iV'l^  1"ou*>   repeat  his  praife, 

Whole  mercies  are  fo  great, 
Whole  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 

So  ready  to  abate. 
God  will  not  always  chide; 

And,  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 

And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 
Hig^i  as  the  heavens  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  htghelt  thoughts  exceed. 

His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 
To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel- 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

He  knows  we  are  but  eft? ft,    - 
Scatter*d  with  everv  breath  ; 


I96  PSALMS. 

His  anger,  like  a  rifing  wind, 
Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flow'r ! 
If  one  (harp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 

To  endleis  years  endure; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  Aire. 

PSALM    CIII.    ver.  19,— 22.    Third  part. 

Short  Metre. 

Qod*  s  univerfal  dominion  ;  or,   Angels  praife  the 

Lord. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 

Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  bear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts,  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works, 

Through  his  vaft  kingdom,  fhew 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM    CIV.' 

The  glory  of  God  in  creation  and  prcvidetiCe. 
I    MY  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife; 

When  cloth'd  in  his  celeltiai  ray- ; 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears, 


PSALMS.  I97 

Note,  This  pf aim  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of  the 
old  with  or  iljth  pfatmy  by  adding  tbefe  two 
Lines  to  every  ftanza — viz. 

"  Great  is  the  Lord  t  what  tongue  can  frame 

*<  An  equal  honour  to  his  name  V 

Other-wife  it  ma  ft  be  fung  as  the  100th  pfalm. 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flits 
On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  flues. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters  are  flaming  fires, 
Andfwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  ven  geance  or  his  love. 

4  The  worlds  foundation  by  his- hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  (hall  for  ever  (land  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  a  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confined  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round; 
Refrefhing  ftreams,  by  fecret  veins, 
Break  from  the  hills  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  chryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  chear  the  valleys  as  they  go ; 
There  gentle  herds  their  thirft  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  afles  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees,  which  fhade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 

Their  Tongs  the' lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  (ilence  in  his  praife. 
pause  the  firft. 

9  God,  from  his  cloudy  cifiern,  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  (howers  » 


UjS  P   S   AjXj    M   S. 

Tue  grove,  the  garden,  aud  the  field, 
A  thousand  joyful  bieut&gg  yield. 

10  He  make;  the  g/iuV  f.roj  pwifc, 

And  gives  the  catrJe  large  .implies; 
With  herb",  for  man,  of  vano-.i;  po-.ver, 
To  neur till  nature  or  to  cure. 

n    What  noble  fruit  the  v-iue:;  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  plea  ling  juice  ; 
Our  hearts  are  cheer d  with  g^'i'.ous  \i  ire, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  iove  di*  :r,e. 

r2  His  bounteous  hands  our  tab'/:  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  ftores,  v  itu  bread  ; 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  in. parts, 
Let  daily  praise  mfpire  our  hearts. 
pause  tue  iecond. 

1 3  Behold  the  (lately  cedars  frauds, 
Rais'd  in  rhe  fore  ft  by  his  hands ;' 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  {belter  My, 
And  builds  rhe.ir  netts  {ecu-re  oq  high. 

-14  To  craggy  hill;  afcends  the  goai; 
A  nd  at  the  airy  mountain' 3  lovt 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell- 
He  give;  them  wflHpni  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  : 
And,   when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  afk  their  meat  from  GoJ  ; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arifc, 
The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

r7  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes; 

The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  ; 

Sleep  is  thy  gift,   that  Tweet  relief 

From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 
*S  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  bow  great  thy  ikiW 

While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  » 


f    S    A  L    M    ?•  199 

T'av  wi&lpm  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  h  full  of  Thee. 
Nor  leis  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  nib  in  bullions  fwlm  and  creep, 
With  wond'rous  motioris,   fwtffc  or  flow, 
Still  wand' ring  in  the  paths  be  lew. 
There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  wav, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monirers  play  ; 
The  huge  leviathan  refines, 
And,  feariefs,  fports  amid  the  tides. 

pause  the  third. 

:r  VaP:  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refls  uposv  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  flands, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

>2  While  each  receives  his  different  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eaglas  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  prai!e  in  diiPrent  forms. 

'.3  But  when  thou  hid*  ft  thy  face,  they  mourn, 
And,  dying,   to  their  duft  return  ; 
Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  ; 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

4  Yet  th®u  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beads  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

5  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honour' d  with  his  own  delight: 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  iu  his  praife. 

6  The  earth  flanks  trembling  at  thy  flroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wz&ts  to  Jbv'reign-^race. 


200  PSALMS. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet; 
Thy  praifes  (hall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  .While  haughty  finners  die  accarft, 
Their  glory  burv'd  with  their  dult, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

PSALM    CV.    Abridged.    Common  Metre. 
Cod's  conduii  to  lfrael^  and  the  plagues  of  Eg) p. 
\    QIVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
5oaod  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
,  That  all  may  feek  his  faee. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  numerous  ages  paft, 

To  numerous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  fhall  lalfc. 

3  He  fware  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  blefling  fure  : 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Tby  feed  .mail  make  all  nations  blefs'd  ; 

£aid  the  Almighty  voice,) 
««  And  Canaan^  land  iKall  be  thv  reft, 
'  M  Trie  type  of  heavenly  joys." 
[  j  How  large  the  grant !   haw  rich  the  grace  ! 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  it  ran  vers  in  the  place, 
A  fm-all  and  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  countries  round 

Securely  :l;ey  remov'J  ; 
'And  haughty  kings,   that  on  them  fVowr/d, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  '*  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  ar.n 

M  S.hfcU  foou  avenge  the  wrong; 


r   S    A   L   M    S.  20£ 

**  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrorig." 
?  Then  let  the  -world  forbear  its  rage, 
Nor  put  the  church  hu.fear  ; 

Ifr'el  tnufr  live  through  ev'ry  age. 
And  be  W  Almighty's  care.~\ 

pause  the  firft. 
When  Pharoah  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 

And  thus  provokM  their  God, 
Mofes  was  lent,  at  their  complaints, 

Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

o  He  call'd  for  darknefs ;  darknefs  came, 
Like  an  overwhelming  flood  :' 
He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  ftream, 
To  lakes  and  {Vreams  of  blood. 

t  Ha  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 
Through  the  whole  country  fpread  ; 
!    And  frogs,  in  baleful  armies,  riie 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 
2  Thro*  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 
The  tenfold  veng'ance  flew; 
Locufts,  in  fwarms,  devoured  their  treei, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 
;g  Then,  by  an  angers  midnight  ftroke, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  died  j 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  he  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

4  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 

Ifr'el  mult  live  tbro'  ev*ry  age, 

And  be  th'  Almighty's  care, 

pause  the  fecond. 

5  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 

And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils,   they  fled, 

Ndfwas  one  feeble  found.  l-z 


202  PSALMS. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  ehofe  out  their  wav, 
And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 
Gav  e  Lhern  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

".     Th&y  thirl  ;   and  waters  from  the  rock, 
In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And,   following  iiiii  the  courfe  they  took, 
flan  all  the  defert  through. 

'3  O  wtmd'rous  ft  re  am  !  O  ble.Ted  type 
Of  ever-flowing  g'-ace  1 
So  Ciniir,  our  Rock,  maintains  our  life, 
And  aids  our  ■wan3*ring  race, 
1^  Thus  guarded  by  th'Ahnighty  hand,. 
Toe  choien  tribe;  podefi'd 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promised  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 
2o  Then  lei  the  -world  forbear  its  rage. 
The  church  renouhce  her  fear  / 
Ifr'el  m.i>l  live  thro'  ev'ry  agey 
And  be  th*  Almlghtf  s  are. 

PSALM    CVI.    ver.   1,-5.     Fh  ft  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God ;  or,   Catnmunicriion  -with  faints 

1  'pO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  bl'e.Vd, 

Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrcfs'd;. 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  (lands; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  wayi  \ 
Who  fhall  fulfil  thy  bounulcfs  praife  5 
Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  (till, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  vri  1. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  diJ 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  cho'en  feed: 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meuneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace, 


PSALMS.  203 

1 4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice ; 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,   to  he 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM    €VL    ver.   7,  8,    12,— 14,  43>— $• 

Second  part.     Short  Metre. 
tfra'el  punijheA 'arid  pardoned  ;  or,  God's  unchange- 
able love, 

1  QOD  of  eternal  love, 

How  fickle  are  our  wa>s  \ 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praife  they  fang  : 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur' d  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 
Now,  with  their  lufts,  provoke  the.  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  v/ben  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 
He  hearkes'd  to  their  groans, 

,     Brought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thoughts,, 
And  cali'd  them  ftill  his  fons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
lie  fav'd  them  from  their  foes; 

Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  foribok 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifrael  blefs  the  Lord, 
"Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race  ; 

And  Chiiilians  join  the  folemn  word 
Amen,  to  ail  the  praife. 

PSALM    CVII.    Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Ifrael  lei  to  Sonata?,  and  Christians  to  heaven. 
I   QIVE  thanks  to  God;  he  reigns  above; 

Kind  are  his  thoughts^  his  name  is  Lovei 


204  PSALMS. 

His  mercy  ages  pail  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  fhall  own. 
2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 

The  wonders  of  his  grace  record; 

Ifrael,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 

And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foas. 
[3   When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke> 

And  freed  them  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 

They  trac'd  the  defert,  wand' ring  round 

A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode  ; 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  atiuage 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  wand' ring  march  around, 
And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  groun 

6  Thus,  when  our  fair,  releaie  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  lie  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  ourfootfteps  left  we  ftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works!   how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM    CVII.    Second  part.     Long  Metre 

Correction  for  fin,  and  r  chafe  h  pr/tytit, 
I  pROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  : 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 


F   S   A    L   M   S,  ZO5 

.  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  ri'e 
,   Againft  the  Ged  who  rules  the  fkies, 

If  they  rejeft  his  heav'nly  word, 
:   Ar.d  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 
jhHe'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
I' And  no  deliv'rer  fhall  be  found; 
I Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
iiln  darknefs,  and  the  lhades  of  death. 
i,Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
I  He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
I  And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  (hade, 
I  That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head".~ 
[  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
I  And  lets  the  fmiling  prisoners  through ; 
j;  Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief,    , 
ii  And  gives  the  laboring  foul  relief. 
I  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record   . 
J  The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord! 
j'  How  great-his  works  !  how  kind  bis  ways  S 
|;  Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

[SALM    CV1I.  -Third part,    Common  Metre 

\itemj>erana •  p unified  and par-donei ;  or,  Apfiii'.'i 
for  the  glutton  jind  the  drunkurd. 

'■   ^AIN  raan>  on  fooiiih  pleafures  bent, 
Prepares  for  bis  own  punifhment; 

What  pains,  what  barhfome  maladies, 
j  From  luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 

The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  j 
1   Till  all  bis  active  pow'rs  are  loft, 
I  And  fainting  life  draws  Hear  the  duft. 
I  The  glatton  groans,  and  lothes  to  ea:? 
I  Kis  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
;    Nature,,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs\L 

\Vpuld  yield  to  death  to  be  releasM 


206  V    5    A    L    M    S. 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  Goners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earnefr.  en  ! 

He  bears  their  groans,   prolongs  their  bres 
And  faves  them  front  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'eines  could  aife:l  the  cure 
So  quick,   fo  eafy,   or  fd  fare: 
The  deadly  fentence  God  Repeals, 

He  fends  his  foV reign  word  and  heals. 
=6  O  may  the  ions  of  man  record 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  <•  vf 'ring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Wraker*s  iove. 

p  S  A  L  M    CVIL,   Fourth  part.      Long  Vfe 

Deliverance  from  jlorms  anljblpwrccks  ;    or, 
J  car-nan' s  fong. 

1  ^TOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

His  wonders  in  the  world  ab/oad .' 
With  the  bold  mariner,  furvey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

2  They  leave  their  native  fhores  behind, 
And  kite  the  favor  of  the  wind; 
Till  God  command,   and  temped-.  riTe, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'.ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  ago.i:  , 
What  Orange  arfights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  itagg'riag  drunkard  reel! 

4  When  land  is  far,   and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,   to  God  they  cry  ; 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 

And  fends  falvatiou  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  aflfuage, 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage  ; 
The  gladome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  fliore. 


PSALM   SF^--  207 

D  may  the  fons  of  men  record  _         _, 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  S 
Let  fh'eai  their  private  off'rings  bring, 
^nd  in  the  church  his  glory  fiftg. 

AIM  CVII.  Fourth  pare.    Common  Metre- 

The  mariner's  pjltim. 
THY  works  of  glory,,  mighty  Lordr 

That  rule  the -bpifteroas  iea, 
The  Cons  of  courage  fhall  record, 

Who  tempt  that  dangerous  way, 
At  thy  command  the  winds  arifer 

And  fweli  the  tsvy'riog  waves  j 
The  raenr  aft  onifh'd,   mount  the  ikies, 

And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 
Again  they  climb- the  watery  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ;; 
Each,,  like  a  tottering  drunkard,  reels, 

And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breathy 
And,  hopelef.  of  the  diftant  fhorer 

Expert  immediate' death.}. 
Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  er*esy 

Be  hears  the  loud.requeftr 

nd  orders  filenee; through  the  fkiesr 

And  lay*  the  floods  to  reP:. 
Jailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears,. 

And  fee  the  florin  ail  ay 'd  ; 
'fo'>v  to  their  eves  the  pert  appears j 

There  let  their  +>:>tts  be  paid. 
TisGcdth&t  bu«gs  them  fafe  to  land  j.. 
v.  Le#ftapid  mortals  know. 
That  waves  are  under  his  command,- 

And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 
)h  that  the  fens  of  men  would  praife.- 

Xhe  geodneisof  the  Lord-t 


ZOb  PSALMS. 

And  thole  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  way:, 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

PSALM    CVIT.    Laft  part.     Long  Metfjj 

Colonies  planted;  or,  Nations  blejfed  and punijh 

1  \tj  HEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crime 

Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  rimes, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  Hi?  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  mike  the  withei'd  mountains  green, 
Send  ihow'ry  bleifings  from  the  Ikies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  deferts  rife. 

[3  Where  nothing  dwells  but  beaits  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
He  bids  th'  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  citie?  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fnpolies  their  want  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  frocks, 
Their  wealih  iucreafes  w-ttU  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  blefsM;   but  if  they  6»9 
He  Sets  the  heathen  nations  in; 

A  lavage  crew  invades  their  landsf 
Tneir  pri<K.e-  die  by  ba^rons  hand*;. 

6  Their  captive  fans,  eKpos'd  to  fcorne 
Wander,   iinpity'd  and  forlorn  1 

Tl  e  country  lie?  uni'ene'd,    untiil'd, 
And  deflation  fpreads  the  field 

7  Ye%  if  the  bumbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
Ag  iin  he  ms';e;  their  ckies  thrive, 
A  id  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

8  T!  e  righteous  with  a  joyful  fen'c, 
Admive  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  Ungues  of  atheifts  {hall  no  more 
Bin  ftheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 


PSALMS.  209 

)  Hew  few,  with  pious  care,  record 
Thefe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord! 
But  wife  obfervers  ftill  fhall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft,  and  kind. 

PSALM    CVIII.     Common  Metre. 

A  fong  of  praife. 
^WAKE,  my  foul,  to  found  bis  praife* 

Awake  my  harp  to  fing  : 
Join  all  my  pow'rs  the  fong  to  raiie. 

And  morning  incenfe  bring. 
Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  thro'  the  nations  round  ; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare* 
And  there  his  name  re  found. 
I  Be  thou  exalted,   O  my  God, 
Above  the  ftarry  train ; 
DifFufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 
\  So  fliall  thy  chofen  fans  rejoice, 
And  throng  thy  courts  above ; 
While  fmners  hear  thy  pard'niag  voice, 
And  tafte  redeeming  love. 

JSALM  CIX.   ver.  i,-~5,   3*-   Coraraoa  Metre. 
Love  to  enemies  from  the  ex  Ample  of  Chrifi. 

QOD.  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 

Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho*  finners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was-$>uad, 
With  cruel  (landers,  falfe  and  vain, 

The>  compafs'd  him  around. 
Their  mis'ries  his.  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love,; 

And  evil  for  his  good. 


2IO  PSALMS. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet,  with  his  dying  breath 
He  prayM  for  murd'rers,  on  h'u  cpofs^ 
And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lwd,   fhali  thy  bright  example  (bin* 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ; 

Give  me  a  foul  akin  to  thine, 

To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  mail  on  my  fide  engage. 

And  in  my  Saviour  s  name 
I  {hall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  (lander  and  condemn. 

PSALM    CX-    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 

Cbrift  exalted,  and  multitudes  converted ;   oi 

The  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel. 

1  T-HUS  God,   th'  eternal  Father,  fpake 

To  Chrift  the  Son  \  "  Afcend  and  fit 
««  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  fhali  make 
"  Thy  foe?  fubmiffive  at  thy  leer. 

2  "  From  Zion  Jhall  thy  word  proceed; 

"  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hat  J, 
"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bfeiea, 
'!'  And  bow  their  wills  to  thv  command. 

3  ll  That  day  fhali  fhow  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

11  When  faints  (hall  flock, with  willing  inin< 
"  And  finners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  fhines." 

4  O  bleaed  powV!   O  glorious  day  ! 

What  a  large  vieVry  fhali  enfiie  ! 
Anil  convert?,  who  thv  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM    CX.    Second  part.    Long  Metrt 

The  kingdom  and  prieftbood  of  Cbrift. 

i  "pHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fca 
Spake  to  his  Son-,  and  tfcus.be  fw/n-e/ 


s  a  h  m'B. 


u  Eternal  fn  all  thy  prij&Jwwwd  be, 

"  And  c'jawgp  f.-om  hand  to  hand  no  more, 
li   Aaron  and  all  hfc  ftfrtf  mart  die; 

"  Bu*"  everfiilfinsj.  life  is  thine, 
<l   To  fave  f  m-  ever  rno'e  that  fl-y 

11  For  refuse  from  the  wratn  divine. 
u  By  me  Me-Ic-hifedeck  wa?  r&2da^ 

'•  Oi  earth,   a  king  arrd  prieft  at  once; 
♦•   And  thou,   my  heav'niy  Prieft.,  ihak  plead, 

"  And  thou,  my  King,  ihalt  rule  my  ions.'' 
] e fa •? ,  the  Prieft,  afcends  his  throne, 

While  counsels  cf  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Proceed  with  honour  and  (uccefs. 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  Hi  all  fpread, 

And  crnfh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel  ; 
Then  (hall  he  judge  the  riling  dead. 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  he  ft. 
Though,  wbiie  he  treads  his  glorious  way. 

He  drinks  the  cup  of  threes  a^d  blo'od*, 
The  fuft'rings  of  that  dreadful  d.vv 

Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM    CX.     Common  Metre. 
drift's  king  hm  ttftd  priefthood. 
TESUS,  our  Lord,  attend  thy  throve, 

And  near  thy  Father  fit;  ' 
In  Zion  mall  thy  power  b?  known, 

And  make  thy  foes  fuh  ;f  ; 
What  wonders  fliall  thy  gofjS$l  do  ! 

Thy  converts  (hall  fu 
The  numerous  drops  o:  moi  ■      ■  -;^»( 

And  own  thy  fov'rei go  gr ace. 
God  hath  pronoune'd  a  firta  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore; 

li  Eternal  (hall  thy  priatttiood  t>?4 

"  When  Aaron  is  no  mo;e  : 


212  rSALMS. 

4  "  Melchifedeck,  that  wondrous  prieft, 
^  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man,  who  Abraham  bleft, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

J  Jefus,  our  Prieft,  for  ever  lives 
To  plead  for  us  above; 
Jefus,  our  king,  for  eve*r  gives 
The  bleflings  of  his  love. 
6  God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
And  his  high  throne  maintain. 
Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

PSALM    CXI.    Firftpart.     Common  Met 
fhe  viifdom  of  God  in  for  works. 

1  ^ONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 

To  my  almighty  God; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought 

How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  th'  eternal  Mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons 

He  fix'd  his  covenant  fine; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  ikies, 

Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim; 

V/Lat  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  reed  thy  name ! 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  trmt  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  ikili? 


PSALMS.  21-3 

VndJie's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

fALM  CXI.   Second  part.  Common  Metre 

The  perfection  of  God. 

\  "1REAT  is  the  Lord;  his  works  of  might 

Demand  our  nobleit  fongs ; 
jet  his  affembled  faints  unite 
I   Their  harmony  of  c»ngues. 
|  Jreat  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 
Lnd,  ever  mindful  of  his  word? 
'■'  He  makes  his  prcmife  good. 
I  [is  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
i    To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
!  loly  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

li'hey  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 
[   Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
•ur  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
[I  In  hating  ev'ry.fin. 

P  SAL  M    CXII.     As  the  x  j  3th  Pfalm. 

The  bleffings  of  the  liberal  man. 

f  "HAT  man  is  blefs'd,  who  {land's  in  awe 

Of  God,   and  loves  his  facredlaw  ; 
•   His  feed  on  earth  fhall'be  renown'd  ; 

is  houfe  the  ieat  of  wealth  mall  be, 
\  n  unexhausted  treafury, 
I    And  with  fucceilive  honours  crown'd. 
I  is  liberal  favours  he  extends, 

'o  fbme  he  'gives,   to  others'lends; 
;    A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 

et  what  his  charitv  impairs, 
1  e  lave1!  by  prudence  in  affairs,, 
f  And  thus  he's  jolt  to  all  mankind. 


2  14  *•'*»,■    M    S . 

3  H*r>  hands,   w] :■:'.•  t:;ev  his  aim-?  bclow'd, 
Hi;  glory*  s  future  fca.-veft  ibuM  ; 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  jufr, 
Like  a  green  root,    revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  b'eih.-.: ;s  0  r  his  heir^, 

Y/ben  dying  hatlVre  flesps  ih  duft. 

4  Beet  with  threatening  dangers  round 
Unvnov'd  (hall  lie  maintain  his  ground; 

His  conference  Holds  h's  courage  up  : 
The  (b;;l  that's  fill*d  with  virtne's  light, 
bhi  ies  bi-ightsfi  in  afffffclon^  night  ; 

Atid  fees,  in  daf  kiief?',  be'atns  of grace-i 

P  A  l'   S  £. 

[5  II!  tidings  never  can  fiirprife 

Hi-  heart,   tf-ar,    irx'd,   on  God  re  fie  z, 

Tbo'  waves  and  temper!?:  roar  around  : 
Sai'e  on  a  reck  he  firs,   and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  c-i';:io  ewe  Shies', 

And  ail  their  nop.;  and  giory  dvown'd. 
6  The  wicked  shall  his  triumph  lee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expe&ati  ms  croft  ; 
They  and.  their  envy,  pride,  and  fpite, 
5;rik  down  to  everlaiiing  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loin.] 

PSALM    CXI  I.     Long  Metre. 
The  hUfifjg}  of  the  pious  anj  charitable- 

1  'Til  MICE  tytppw  man,   who  fears  the  Lord, 

Loves  Ivis  commands,  and  trails  his  wox 
Honour  am*  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  blemags  to  his  ieed  defcend. 

2  GoOTp&fliwfi  d  veils  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  t>i*  mere?  hill  inclined  ; 
He  len#;  the  poor  ibme  pre'ent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  Whey  times  grow  dark,  and  tulings  fpread 
Tfca/  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 


PSALMS. 

His  heart  is  arra'd  againd  the  fear, 
For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 
-lis  fpirit,  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
>raws  heav'nly  courage  from  Bis  word  ; 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 
Co  cheer  his  heart,   and  b'efs  hi?  eves. 
He  hath 'difpers'd  his  aims  abroad, 
iis  works  are  (till  before  his  God  : 
lis  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
?/hile  envious  Tinners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM     CXlf.     Common  Metre, 
Liberality  rewarded, 
-J  APPY  Is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 

And  follow?  his  commands, 
Vho  lends  the;  poor  without  reward. 

Or  gives  with  libVal  hands. 
Lis  oirv  dwells  \vi;:!u  i  his  breaf£ 

To  all  the  ions  of  need; 
o  God  mall  anfijver  his  requefc 
1    With  Meffings  on  his  ieed 
Jo  evil  tidnigs    v;,xll  farpr^fe 

His  well  eitabtim'd  mind; 
iU  foui  m  God,   km  refuge,  fi&fej 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind.  4 

i  Braes  of  darker  arid  difrref; 

bine  beamy?  of  'ij^ht  malt  Ihine, 
"o  ihew  the  ■    jrjd  hjs  righte.oufhefs, 

and  giv£&«n  [Je^ce  divine, 
{is  v^orks  or"  p;erY-*nd  love 

rl--:noefve   toe  Lord; 
[  monr  oa  earr'6,  anujpys  above, 

5-; \a H  Se  bis  in  re  reward. 

PSALM     ':XIH.     Proper  tune.;. 
77;  cr  ate  -j':i-  mi  ccndefcetifion  of  God. 
^E  that  Jelighf  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  L ■•.. ■-'-i-.i.i-s,  of  his  D.ame  record  ; 


2l6  PSALMS. 

His  (acred  name  for  ever  blefs  \ 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  riling  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bou»ds; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height : 
Let  no  created  greatnef;  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things ; 
His  for' reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  thrones  of  king:. 

4  When  child'efs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleflings  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  ev'rv  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM   CXIII.    Long  Metre. 
God  fovereign  and  gracious- 
i   Y&  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
In  every  age  his  praifes  fing  ; 
Where'er  the  fun  (hall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  /hall  his  praife  repeat. 
2   Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  iky, 
His  throne  of  glory  ftands  on  high  ; 
Nor  time  «or  place  his  powe*  re&rain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

5  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 

Or  angek,  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright ! 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 


PSALMS.  21' 

Behold  bis  love  !   he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ! 
And  coradefcends,  yet  more,  to  know 
Tbe  mean  affairs  of  men  below  ! 

From  duft,  and  cottages  obfcure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble'  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice; 
Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  paft, 
The  promised  feed  is  born  at  laft. 
With  joy  the  mother  views  her  Ton, 
iijd  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 
Faith  may  grow  irrong  when  fenfe  dejpairs  ; 
it  nature  fail?  the  promife  bears.] 

PSALM    CXIV.     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  attending  Ifrae? s  jotirnn. 
JSfHEN  Ifrael,  freed  froin  Pharaoh'**  han^ 

Lett  the  proud  tyrant  and  bis  land, 
The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,   ov'« 
Tneir  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 
Vcrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
Cne  deep  divides  to  make  them'wav: 
ordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled, 
Vith  backward  current,  to  his  head. 
The  mountains  mook,  like  frighted  fheep— 
-ike  Iambs,  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 
Jot  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
-onfcious  of  fov'reign  power  at  hand. 
gat  power  could  make  the  deep  divide- 
Jake  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide? 
VhJ  did  ?e  kap,  ve  little  hills? 
ind  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 
-fit  every  mountain,  every  flood 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God ;       & 


2l8  PSALMS. 

The  King  of  Ifrael :  fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore  and  tear. 
6  He  thunders,  and  &U  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  Handing  pools  he  turn-, 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains,  at  his  wold, 
And  fires  and  feas  conteis  the  Lord. 
PSALM    CXV.     Firft  Metre. 
The  true-God  our  refuge;  or,   Idolatry  reprove 
i   V°T  t0  oprjelVes,  who  are  but  daft— 
S  o t  to  o  a rfe  I v  e  s  is  glory  due — 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  jufr, 

Thou  only  gracious,  \vVe  and  true. 
2  DifplaV  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  ■ 

Why  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
InfoltTWi   and,  to  raife  our  mame, 
Say  "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv  a  fo  long 
-   The  God  we  ferve,  maintains  his  throne 
'"       Above  the  clouds,  beyand  the  ftiei  i 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done,     . 
He  knows  ov.v  groans,  he  hears  our  cries 
4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  (hapes  or  itone  and  wood: 
•  Atbeft  a  mafs  of  glittering  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god- 
re  With'  eves  and  ears  they  carve  the  head; 
L5     Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  bund 
In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made, 
Ar.d  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  m«ve, 

Nor  hands  to  (ave,  when  mor  als  pray  , 
Mortals,   that  pav  them  tear  or  love 
Lem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

TbYhelp,  thv  refuge,    and  thy  reO  , 
The  LoM  (Kill  build  thy  rums  up, 
A„d  blefs  the  people  and  the  graft. 


1'SAl.MS.  a*$ 

The  c'ead  no  a>ore  can  fpeak  thy  praife — 
They  dwell  in  filence  ia  the  grave  ; 

But  we  irutii  live  to  ling  thy  grace, 

And  tell  the  World  thy  peeves   tc    a,e, 

S  A  L  M    CXV-    Seca-ia  SVSetre-      A,  the  new 
tune  of  the  5~th  Pfa^m. 
Ihiitry  reproved. 
Vj"OT  to  our  na'm^s,   thou  only  juft  and  true, 
Nat  to  oar  worthless  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  power  and  grace,    thy  truth  and  juitice 

claim 
Immortal  hpndtr'rs  to  thy  jbv*  reign  name  ; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth,   from  heav'n  thy  bieft 
abode;  [God?" 

Nor  let  the  heathen?  fay,   u  Where  is  your 
j  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court :  there  Hands  thy 
throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thv  will  is  done  : 
Gad  framed  this  earth — the  ilarry  heavens  he 

fpread, 
But  foois  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made; 
The  kneeling  crowd,  \v  ith  look',  devout,  behold 
Their  frlver  saviours,  and  their  taints  of  gold. 
Vain  are  thofe  artful  ihapes  of  eyes  and  ears— 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  hands  are  helpleis,  nor  their  feet  can 

move,  [nor  love  ; 

They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  power, 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  lifelefs  faints. 
The  rich  have  ftatutes  weli  adorned  with  gold  ; 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
«Vith  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  ftock, 
..opt  from  a  tree,   or  broken  from  a  rock, 
Jeople  and  prieft  drive  o?  the  folemn  trade, 
Vnd  truft  the  gods  that  laws  and  hammers 
made.] 


220  PSALMS. 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fa; 
Which  are  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they 
O  Ifrael,  truft  the  Lord  :  he  hears  and  fees, 
Tie  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace. 
His  worftiip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield- 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  ihield. 

6  In  God  we  truft  :  our  impious  toes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our 

days, 
And  death  and  fdence  had  forbid  his  praife  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live : — Let  fongs  arife 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  fkiesj 

P  S  A  L  M    CXVI.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre 
Recovers  from  ficknefs. 

1  J  Love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 

And  pity'd  every  groan  ; 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  cba^d  my  griefs  away  : 

Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 

When  I  have  breath  to  prav. 

3  My  fleih  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs,   and  fears  of  hell, 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head 

4  "  My  God\    (I  cry'd.)   tbv  fe-  vant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  aad  jui 
■*«   Thy  power  can  refcue  froia  t".e  grave, 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  U-iil." 

5  The  Lod  beheld  me  fore  diftrefs'd, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,   my  foul,   to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  halt    known  his  love. 


PSALMS.  221 

My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now,  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 

And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM    CXVI.  ver.  12,  &e.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Thanks  fsr  private  deliverance. 

"^TKAT  mall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindnefs  {hewn? 

My  feet  mail  viiit  thine  abode, 

My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

Among  the  faints,  that  fill  thine  houfe, 

My  offerings  fhall  be  paid ; 
There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 

My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 
I  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blefTed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight ! 

How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  m€  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  half,  made  thy  care, 

Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

;  Nov/  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move ; 
Thy  hand  has  loofed  bonds  of  pain, 

And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
Here,  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow-, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  nov\, 

If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXVII.     Coram  o- 

Praife  to  God  from  all  nai't 

Q  All  ye  nations  praife  the  Lard, 
Each  with  a  diiPrer  ^  torfg«e  ; 


222  PSALMS. 

la  ov'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
.And  let  his  name  be  iv.r.g. 
2  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land  ; 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  hi.  truth  ftall  Itand— 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXVII.     Long  Metre 
;   pROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
Let  the  Creator's  praiie  ari'e  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  lung 
Thro'  ev'cy  land,   by  ev'ry  tongue. 
Z  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,   Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  \v  »rd  : 
Thy  praife  mall  found  from  more  to  fhore, 
'Till  funs  fliall  fet  and  rife  no  more. 

PSALM     CXVII.      Shot   Metre. 
I     [HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  found  thro'  diitant  lands  : 
it  is  thy  grace,   and  Cure  thy  word, 
thy  truth  for  ever  Hands. 
Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 

And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
'  Till  morning  light  and  evening  made 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM  CXVIII.   ver.  6,-15.  Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

1  'X'HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

Nor   is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  »Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 


PSALM   S-  2^3 

'Th  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fen-g, 

How  cheerful  is  my  voice  I 
Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round"; 

When  God  appears  they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  found, 

Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 
Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs : 

The  Lord  prote&s  their  days  : 
Let  Ifrael  tune  immortal  fbngs 

To  his  almighty  grace. 

SALM  CXVIII.  ver.  17, — 21.    Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Public  praife  for  deliverance  from  death. 
\  ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  err. 

And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
Now  fliall  he  live  :  (and  none  can  die, 

If  God  refoive  to  rave.) 
Thy  praife,  more  con fl ant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  ibre, 

Defends  him  ft  ill  from  death. 
Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  fhall  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 

Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

Among  th'  afiemblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 

And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

SALM    CXVIII.    ver.  22,  23.    Third  part 
Common  Metre. 

Chrift  the  foundation  of  the  church, 
gEHOLD  the  fure  foundation  ftoae 
Which  God  in  Zion  lavs, 


224  PSALMS. 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hcpes  i^on, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 
ft  Chofen  of  God,  to  fvnners  dear, 
And  faints  adore  the  name. 
They  truft  their-whole  falvation  here, 
Nor  fhall  they  fuffegMhame. 

3  The  foolifh  builders,  fcribe  and  prieit, 

Reject  it  with  difdain  t 
Finn  on  this  rock  the  church  fhall  reit, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  tho*  the  gates  of  hell  withflood? 

Yet  muft  this  building  rife  : 
'Tis  thy  own  work,   almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  24,  25,  26.  Fourth  p; 

Common  Metre. 
He/anna;  the  Lord's  day ;   or,    Cbrift'j  rsfufi 
tion^  and  our  j.ilvation. 

1  THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  fce  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 

And  Satan's  empire  i^ll  : 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  teli. 

3  faofonna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  hoiv  Sou, 
Kelp  us,   OL'jrd;   deicend  and  bring 
Salvation i'vota  thy  throne. 
=:    Blefs'd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
>v  11a  me^sfcs  ef  gftte«{ 

Who  com**,  iii  God  his  ;?*uev'i  Mint, 
To  rave  oin  fmf*l  f6«fl# 
J|  ftdrlmnfcj   *"  tine  higheft  {trains 
The  church  on  earU.can  raite  J 


PSALMS.  2X^1 

The  higheft  heav'ns,   in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

SALM   CXVIII.  ver.  22, — 27-  Short  Metre. 
4n  he f anna  for  the  Lord' s  day  ;  or,  A  netv  fong  ef 
fiivation  by  thrift. 

QEE  what  a  living  ftone 

The  builders  did  refufe  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 

In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 
The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  or.  this  Rock  fhall  Zion  reft, 

As  the  chief  corner  {tone. 

The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 

This  day  did  Jefus  rf  e. 
This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
•Let  us  rejoice,   and  fing,  and  pray, 

Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 
Hofanna  to  the  King 

Ot  David's  royal  bioc-d  : 
Blen  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring    _ 

Salvation  from  your  God. 
We  blefs  thine  holy  v/ord, 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,   Lord, 

Gur  iacrince  of  praife. 

;ALM   CXVIII.   ver.  22,— 27.  Long  Metre, 

;  hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day  ;   or,  A  new  fang  oj 
f.'.'roatlon  hi  Ckrift. 

LO,  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone 
The  jewiih  builders  did  re  five  ! 
K  a 


226         .  P    SAL    M    S. 

E "t  Gnd  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,    the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eve^  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  riie. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad; 

Bofanna,  let  his  name  be  blefs'd; 
A  thoufand  honours  on  bis  bead, 

'.V  it!>  peace,  and  ligh.t,  and  glory  reft  : 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  ovrr  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  K;.ng 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  prai  e. 

I  have  cotle&ed  and  difpofed  of  the  mod  ufi 

verfes  of  the  cxixth  Pfairn  under  eighteen  diff 
ent  ht  ad<?,  and  formed  a  divine  long  upon  each 
them.  But  the  verfes  are  much  tranfpoiedfc 
attain  fome  degree  of  connexion 

In  fome  places  among  the  words  Ijiv,  cc 
mundsy  judgments^  teftimonies,  1  have  uied  I 
£<?/,  ward,  truth,  grace,  promifej,  fee-  as  mojfl 
greeable  to  the  New  Teftament,  and  the  co 
mon  language  of  Chriftians,  at;d  it  equally 
fwers  the  delign  of  the  Pftlmift,  which  was  to 
commend  the  holy  Scripture. 

PSALM  CXIX.    Firft  part.    Common  Me 
The  lUffedmfs  of  faint sy  and  mifcry  of  &;;>: 

Ver.    i,   2,   3. 

1  gLESS'  D  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 

Whofe  ways  are  ri^lit  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  :-iy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fm. 

2  Blef  M  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  pracYue  thy  command   ; 


PSALMS.  2: 

With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 
]  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 
How  firm  their  iouls  abide  ! 
Xor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fteadv  feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 
\  Then  fhall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 
Ancf  keep  my  face  from  fliatne, 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  1  ame. 
Ver.   21,  1 18. 
But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate, 

The- proud  fhall  die  accurs'd ; 
The  fons  of  falihood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft 

Ver.  119,    155 
>  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  : 
And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM    CXI  X-  Second  part. 

Secret  devotion  and  [biritiiat-rh-ih&edhefs •;   o» 
Conftant  converfe  -with  God. 

Ver.   147,   55- 
TO  thee,   before  the  dawning  light, 

My  gracious  God,  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  nighr, 
And  keep  thv  law  bv  day. 
Ver.'8t. 
My  ipirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  promi-e  bears  me  up; 
And,  while  falvatioa  long  delays, 
Thy  woid  fapports  my. hope. 
Ver.   164. 
Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hand3, 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee ; 


2  2S  PSALMS. 

Thy  righteous  providence  demand; 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 
Ver.  6 j. 
4   When  midnight  dark nefs  veils  the  fkie 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife. 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Third  part. 

Profcjffion  of  finccrity,  re+>entj.ncsy  and.  obedient 

Ver.   57,  6o. 
J   ^HOU  art  mv  portion,  O  my  God  ; 
Soon  a?  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 

Ver.  13,   14. 

2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  : 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Co«ld  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  fet  before  my  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Ver.  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trufl  thy  pardoning  grace. 
Ver.  94,  112. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

O  lave  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place  j 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
Ver.   112. 

6  Thou  hjaft:  inclined  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil; 
And  thus,   till  mortal  life  (hall  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 


PSALMS.  22^ 

PSALM    CXIX.  Fourth,  parr. 

Inftrutf ion  from  Scripture. 

Ver.  9. 

HOW  mall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  n^es  imparts 
To  keep  the  conference  clean. 
Ver.   130. 
When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreadn  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftruftion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.    105. 
'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver.  99,   100. 
The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.  104,  113. 
Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife ; 

1  hate  the  finner's  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.  89,  90,  91. 
6  The  fiarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place; 
And  thefe,  thy  fervants,  night  and  day? 
Thy  {kill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

liaye  lefibns  more  divine  ; 
Not  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word, 

Nor ftarsfo  nobly fhin«. "1 


I  *°  PSALMS, 

Ver.   r<;o,    r 4Q,  9,    i  «9- 
b  T;iv  word  is  eve  -uth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  c  3 
Thy  holy  book  fhaLJ  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.     Fifth   part. 
Delight  in  fcrtpture f  or,  7"/i*  -word  of  God  di 
ling  hi  its. 

Ver.    <;H. 

1  Q  HOW  Hove  thy  holy   law  ! 

'Tis  dadv  my  delight  : 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  adv:ce  bv  nighr. 
Ver.   148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away, 
To  hear  thy  go^pei,    Lord. 
Ver.   3,    13,   54- 

3  Thy  heav'i.Iv  \\ord$  my  heart  engf.^e  ! 

And  well  employ  my  tongue! 
And,  in  my  tirefonie  pilgrimage, 
Yieia  me  a  heavenly  long. 
Ver.    19,    103. 

4  Am  I  a  fu  anger,    or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaif  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tate. 
Ver.   72,   127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mini!  j 

Nat  lhall  thy  word  be  ibid 
For  loads  of  ill  ver  well  refiu'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 
Ver.  18,  49,  *75- 

6  When  nature  fmks,  and  fpirits  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 


PSALMS.  T  3  h 

PS  AIM    CXIX.    Sixth  part. 
Yiolinefs  and  comfort  from  the  word, 
Ver.    128. 
:    f  ORD ,  I  eftee  m  tb  v  j  vgd  men  ts  ri gl  1 s, 
,     And  aii  thy  ftat-ates  jnft  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
Yvithev'rv  fiatt'rir.g  lad. 
Ver.  97,  9- 
Z  Thv  p-ecepts  oi'ien  I  furvey  :       - 
I  keep  thv  law  in  f»gbt, 
Through  ail  tfefcbus'nefs  of  the  day, 
To  forut  my  anions  Eight?   • 

J  Mv  heart,  in  midnigsfcliience^  ^rre^ 
"  How  fweet  thy  c'asnfprts  be  b*; 
My  thoughts  in  holy  Wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  tha  sks  to  thee. 
Ver.    162. 
t  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks' her  fill 
At  fomegood  ward  of  thine, 
.Not  mighty  men  that  fiiare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compared  to  mine. 

PSALM    CXIX-     Seventh  part. 

Imperfection  of  nature,  and  perfection  offcrtpturc 
Ver.   96.   paraphra.ed. 
j^ET  all  the  Heathen  writers  join 

To  form  one  perfect  book; 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  t 
Z  Not  the  moil  perfect  rules  they  gave 
Could  lhew  one  fin  forgiven, 
"Nor  lead  aftep  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  thine  conducts  to  heavhi. 
3  I've  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 
Perfection  here  belcw  ; 
How  fb'prt  the  rowers  cf  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  no. 


I  $2  PSALMS. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  w  oiks  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
But  thy  command1;,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  toev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
Beit  perfect  truth  and  righteoufne^ 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Eighth  part. 

The  ixceltencj  end  variety  offcripturs. 

Ver.    in.  paraprafed. 

1  T  OR.D,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice 

M    lafting  heritage  ; 
There  fl)a|]  my  noble  ft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
•  armeft  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'li  read  the  hiilVies  of  thy  love, 

And  keerrthy  laws  in  fight, 
While  through  tie  promifes  I  rove, 
V  ith  ever-freih  delight. 
j  'Ti>  abroad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  fprings  of  life  anfe, 
Seed---  oi"  ifti mortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 
4  The  be'!  relief  that  mourners  have, 
It  'nakes  our  forfows  We-fs'd  ; 
On-  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Ninth  part. 
Defire  of  kno  W ledge. 
Ver.  64,  6S,  r8. 
1    THY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lore', 
How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 


PSALMS.  I33 

Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 

And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 
Ver.  73.   125. 
My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervioe  is  thy  due, 
O  !  make  thy  fervant  understand 

The  duties  I  muft  do. 
Ver.  19, 
Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Thy  path  O  !  do  not  hide  ; 
Bat  mark  the  road  my  feet  {hould  go, 

And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
Ver.  26. 
When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heard'ft  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 

Or  I  (hall  flray  again. 

Ver.    33,   34. 
If  God  to  me  his  itatutes  fliew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever,  Fll  purfuff, 

His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 
Ver.   50,  71. 
This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief ; 
It  made  me  iearn  thy  word  the  more, 

And  fly  t©  that  relief. 

Ver.   51. 
In  vain  the  preud  deride  me  now  ; 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blefied  gofpel  go, 

Whence  a!l  m,r  hopes  1  draw. 
V«r,    27,  171. 
tffhtn  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 

I'll  teach  the  world  hi;;  "'ays ; 
My  thankful  lips,  inipii-'r"'    -;'th  zeal, 

Shall  fing  aloud  his  pr. 


234  PSALMS. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.    Tenth  part. 
Pleading  the  promifes. 

Ver.   38,  49- 

1  TOEHOLD  thy  waiting  ferv ant,  Lord, 

Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
Ver.   41,    58,   107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 

And  promis'd  quickening  grace? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  i 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
Ver.    123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail  ; 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail,, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Ver.  49,^74- 

4  Didit  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lout  ; 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear: 
Saints  mall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM    CXIX-    Eleventh  part. 
Breathing  after  holinefs. 

Ver.    5,   33- 
1    Q  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill  ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  knew  and  do  his  will ! 
Ver.  29. 
.1  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart  ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  aft  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.  37,  3&- 
3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 
Let  no  corrupt  defign, 


p  s  a  i,  a  s, 

Nor  covetous  dejire-,   arife 
Within  this  fool  of  mine.     , 
Ver.    133. 
'Order  mj  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fir.cere  ; 
1  Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 

!But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 
Ver.    176. 
My  foul  hath  gone  ten  far  aftray, 

Mv  feet  too  often  flip; 
Yet  iince  I  keep  in  mind  thy  "way, 
Reftore  thv  wardering  Iheep. 
Ver.   35- 
Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.    Twelfth  part. 
Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance, 
Ver.  153. 
]V/|Y  God,  confider  my  diitrefs, 
Let  mercy  plead  my  cau<e  ; 
Though  Ihave  ftnn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
I  ne'er  forgot  thy  laws- 

Ver.  39,   116. 
Forbid,  forbid  the  {harp  reproach, 

Which  I  fojuitly  fear; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fbame  appear. 
Ver.   122,   135. 
Be  thou  a  furety,   Lord,  for  me, 
-  Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 
Ver'  81. 
My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 
Mv  heart  within  me  cries,  - 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
'■'  And  bid  mv  comforts  rife  t" 


2%t>  PSALMS. 

Vet.    132. 
5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows.   Lord, 
And  mow  thy  grace  the  fame, 
Thy  tender  mercies  ftill  afford 
To  thole  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM    CXIX-    Thirteenth  part. 

Holy  fear,  and  tendernefs  of  conscience. 

Ver.    10. 

1  TJJiTH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  fa 

O  let  me  never  Itray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  finner's  way. 
Ver.   11. 

2  Thy  word  I've  placed  within  my  heart 

To  keep  my  confcience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'rv  rifmg  fm. 

Ver.   63,  53,  158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faint:. 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faint?, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.  i6r,  163. 

4  While  fmners  do  thy  gzrfpd  wrong, 

My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 
Mv  foul  abhors  a  lying  toague, 
But  loves  thy  righ-eou-.  lata 
Ver.  i6l,  iAo. 
5  My  heart  with  facred  reverence  hears 
The  threai'nings  of  thy  wore'  ; 
My  fleih  with  holy  trembli-5  fears 
The  judgments  of  the. Lord. 
Ver.  166,  171. 
d  My  God,  I  long,   I  hope,  I  wart, 
For  thy  falvatkm  ftiti; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  tky  will.    . 


PSALMS.  2  3 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fourteenth  part. 

benefit  of  afflictions,  and  fit sport  utider  them. 

Ver.  r53,  81,  82. 
CONSIDER  all  my  ibrrows,  Lord, 
"*  And  thy  deliverance  fend; 
My  fbni  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  vvill  mv  troubles  endi 
Ver.   71- 
Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  m# 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
;  Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
Ver.  50. 
j  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy, 
When  new  diftrefs  begins, 
1 1  read  thy  word,  I  run  tliy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Ver.  92. 
Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  opprefs'd  with  forrows  weight, 
Had  funk  arnonglr.  the  dead. 
Ver.   75- 
I  know  thy  judgments,   Lord,   are  right, 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  fharpeft  fufP rings  1  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.   67. 
Before  I  knew  thy  chail'ning  rod 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way, 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fifteenth  part. 
Holy  refolutions. 
Ver.   93. 
C\  That  thy  ftatures  ev'ry  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 


238  PSALMS. 

Thence  I  derive  a  quick' ding  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.   15,   16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precept?,    Lord, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ; 
My  foul  flia.il  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
Ver'.  ~32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  di  charge 
From  fn-and  Satan's  hateful  chains 
And  let  my  feet  at  large? 
Ver.    13,  'a6. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  ihail  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  ; 
I'll  fpsak  thy  word  though  kings  fkould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  firiful  lhame. 

Ver.    6r,  69,   70. 

5  Let  bands  of  periecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right; 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies; 
Thv  law  is  my  delight. 
Ver.  '115. 

6  Depart  from  me,   ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  bands  and  hearts  are  ill  : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  muft  obey  his  will. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Sixteenth  part. 
A  prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
Ver.   25,   37. 
1    |^[Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft; 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
From  vain  defires,   and  ev'ry  luft, 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine- 
2,  1  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  m<e  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fhquld  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aitray. 


r  s  a  l  m  s,  239 

Ver.    107. 
Wiien  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Thy  word,  that  I  have  refted  on, 

Shall  help  my  heavielt  hours. 
Ver.  156,  40. 
Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 

To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 
Ver.  159,  40. 
Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 

Without  eniiv'ning  grace  .' 
Ver.   93. 
Then  mall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  pow'r 

To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

SALM  CXIX.  Seventeenth  part.  Long  Metre. 
Grace  jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 

Ver.   143,   28. 
"^HEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 

All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  ; 
My  foul  diffblves  for  heavinefs; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength,ning  grace. 

Ver.   51,  69,  no. 
The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  ; 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 

Ver.   16  r,  67. 
They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  canfe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws ; 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  aad  malice  die  with  fhame. 


240  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Laftpart. 
Sanftified  afflictions  ;  or,   Delight  in  the  "word 
God. 
Ver.  67,   50. 

1  ]?ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 

How  kind  was  thy  chaftiiing  rod, 
That  fsrc'd  my  confidence  to  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  wand* ring  foul  to  God  ! 

2  Foolifh  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way  ; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.   71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fweli ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  I  may  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 
Ver.   72. 

4  The  law  that  ifTues  from  thy  mouth 

Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  move 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richeit  hills  of  golden  ore. 
Ver.   73/ 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thv  Spirit  formed  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 
Ver.   74- 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 

At  my  falvation  ftiall  rejoice  ; 
For  I  have  trufted  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM    CXX.    Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  quarrelfome  neighbours  ;  or,   A 
vout  wifi  for  peace. 

)   T'HOU  God  of  love,  thou  sver-bleft, 
Pity  my  fuflf'ring  ftate  ; 


PSALMS.  j 

When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  refr 

From  lips  that  love  deceit? 
I  Hard  lot  of  mine  !   ray  days  are  caft 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whofe  never-ceafmg  quarrels  wafte 

My  golden  hours  of  life. 
Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  mv  place. 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 
In  fotne  wide  lonefome  wildernefs,. 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 
Peace  is  the  bleffing  that  I  feek 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 

They  all  declare  for  arms. 
New  paffions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong ; 
V/fcat  (hall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  !  * 

Should  burning  arrows  finite  thee  through, 
.  2>tnct juflice  would  approve  ; 
But  I  would  rather  fpare  mv  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM    CXXI.    Long  Metre. 
Qivim  protection. 
7JP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eves 
T,  Th'  e*[n*1  hilIs  beyond  the'ikies  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  : 
There  my  almighty  Refuge  lives. 
He  lives ;  the  everlafting  God, 
That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  < 
The  heav'ns,  with  all  their  hoft    h^  JIT    ' 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead-  ' 

He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  • 
Ji«  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day 
L 


2\  2  PSALMS. 

He  fpreads  the  e v'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filen t  hours  while  Ifrael  fleeps. 

4  Ifrael,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  life  fecure,  fecurely  reft; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admits  no  Cumber  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  flialLfmite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon,  with  fickly  ray, 
Shall  blait  thy  couch;  no  baleful  ftar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  fhalt  go,  and  ftill  return; 
Safe  ia  the  Lord!   his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  fnare. 

5  On  thee  foul  fpirits  hare  no  power? 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour 
Angels,   that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  Go*i. 

PSALM    CXXI.    Common  Metre. 

PrjferV.it/on  by  djy  ani  night, 
H>  TO  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid 4 
The  Lord  that,  built  the  earth  and  fkies., 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  ftedfaft  feet  fhall  never  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  callj 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  powers 

With  bis  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  molt  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 

4  Ifrael  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  powDr 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 


PSAL  M  6.  2%% 

5  Nor  fcorchiflg  fun,  nor  fickly  moon 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  finite  : 
lie  uhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blafting  damps  at -night. 

6  lie  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breatfh, 

Where  thickeft  dangers  come.; 

Go  and  retnrn,  fecure  from  death, 

Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

PSALM    CXXI.     As  the  148  th  Pfalm. 

.Cod  cur  prefervcr. 

\j PWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From 'God  is  all  mv  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  ikies, 
-And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 

God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  hy  : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  (hall  never  Aide, 

;And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide., 
Defends  me  from  my -fe-ars. 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  fleep, 
Shall  Ifrael  keep, 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burring  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blaits  of  evening  air:, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
p'  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  ftiade4, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 
J  Hail  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  .ave  mv  ford  from  d.\ath  ? 


244  PSALMS. 

And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM    CXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Going  to  church. 

1  W^V  ^  my  neart  reJoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
il  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 

2  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road; 

The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  fhew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  ourpraifes  and  complaints; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Pence  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  graoe 
Be  her  attendants  bleft. 

6  My  foul  (hall  pray  for  Zion  ftil), 

While  life  or  breath  remains; 
Tiiere  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

PSALM    CXXII-    Proper  tune. 

Going  to  church. 
i   \\0\V  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  r, 
To  hear  t'ie  people  cry, 


PSALMS,  245 

"  Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to-day!'-' 
"  Yes— with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

2  Zion,   thrice  happy  place. 
Adorn' d  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  wails  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  \ 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  prai/e,  and  hear 

The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  % 

Ke  bids  the  iaints  be  giad, 

He  makes  the  fmners  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear.- 

4  May  peace  attei>d  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  every  gueil ; 

The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wifiie;  thine  incieafe, 
A  thoufand  bleffings  on  him  reft ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  ! 

11  For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell; 
"  And  fince  my  glorious  God 
"   Makes  thee  his  bled  abode, 
"  My  foul  lhall  ever  love  thee  well." 

Repeat  the  4th  ft  an  z  a  to  complete  the  tunc, 

PSALM    CXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Pleading  -with  [uhnijjlon. 

1  Q  THOU  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 

Enthron'd  above  the  ikies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes  . 

2  As  fervants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ; 


246  P   S  A  L   M  T. 

Or  maiJs  before  theb  miftrefs  ftand,. 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So,  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  niement  ftill,. 
'Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafnre  live, 

Oar  daily  groans    deride, 
And'  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefli  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compafiion  lies ; 
This  thought  fhall  bear  our  fpirits  up,. 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM    CXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
God  gives  viftrry. 
•    f{AD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  holis  againft  us  roef 
Bifplay'd  Ids  vengeance  from  above. 
And  crufh/d  the  conquering  foes, 
2  Their  armies,  like  a  raging  &bod, 
Had  fwept  the  guardle  fs  land, 
DeftroVd  on  earth  his  bleiVd  abode, 
And  'whelm'd  our  feeb'e  band. 

J  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreadlng  Ibiekl 
Ifis  fons  fecurely  reft:, 
Tizfy  the  dangers  of  the  field 
And  bare  the  fearlefs  bread- 

4  And  now  our  fouls  fna!l  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  ths  deadly  fnare; 
V/io  favrd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
And  mad2  oar  lives  hi;  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Je»ovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heav'n?  above  -r 
He  that  fjpports  fcbeir  wondrous  frame, 
Can  guard  his  church  by  iove. 


PSALMS.  247 

F  S  A  L  Tvl    CXXV.     Common  Me  tr e . 
The  faint* s  trial  and  fifttj. 
TTNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hillr^ 

And  firm,  as  "mountains  ftand,. 
Firm,  as  a  rock,,  the  foul  lhall  reft 
That  trufts  th'  almighty  band. 
:  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  To  \vei£ 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 
i  While  tyrants  are  a  fmartin-g  fcaurge, 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  will  aSuage 
The  fury  of  the  red. 
\  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fmcere^ 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 

Where  Chrift,  their  Lord,  is  gone, 
j  Bat  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways. 
That:  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  heft 
Shall  finite  his  foli'wers  too. 

PSALM    CXXV.     Short  Metre. 

"be  faint's  trial  an i  fafe ty  ;  orlL  Moderated  offic- 
ii ens. 

JTIRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 

That  reft  their  fouls  on  God-: 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 

Or  where  the  ark  abode. 
As  mountains  flood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 

Embrace  his  faints  around.  « ' 

What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop,  a  chaftifin.3  ftrake, 


24%  PSALM    S. 

Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  .Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  race 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint; 
The  God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  inuft  expert  our  portion  there, 
Were  bolder  iinners  dwell. 

PSALM    CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Surprising  deliverance. 
i   \YHEN  God  reftorM  our  captive  ftate, 

Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  theme 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great 
That  joy  appeared  a  pleafing  dream. 

2  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 

Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difrcal  fears, 

'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vani fh  fo; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  ia  his  furrowM  field, 

His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fheaves. 

PSALM    CXXVI.    Common  Metre. 
The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converfion  ;  or,  Melancbc 

removed. 
i   y^HEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
Audchang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 


PSALMS.  249 

My  rapture- feem'd  a  pleafng  dream  7 
The  grace  appeared  fo  great. 
i  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change? 
And  did  thy  hand  eonfefs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  flrains.? 
And  fungTurprifing  grace. 
5  "  Great  isthe  work,"  my  neighbours  cry"*d? 
And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine  : 
**  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd,    . 
11  And  be  the  giory  thine." 
$  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darke&  Ikies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night  = 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 
5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 
'Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  ftiail  eonfefs  their  fheaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  the  bleillngs  home. 

f>  Though  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  daft, 
It  fha'nt  deceive  their  hope  : 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PSALM    CXXVII.    Long.  Metre. 

The  blejfing  cf  Ged  or.  the  bztfnefs  and  comforts  of 

life. 

1  JF  Gocl  fucceed  not,  ail  the  coft 

And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  j 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchfui  guards  as  well  may  ileep. 

2  What  though  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  clone, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dread. 

%  'Th  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blefs'd; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
On  God,  our  fov'reign,  ^ftill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  ai:d  in  friends.  -L  2 


%$Q  V  S  U  M  -S. 

.4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends-: 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

PSALM  CXXVII.  Common  Metre. 
G*d  all  in  all 

1  JF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 

The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  u'eleis  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  ikies 

Your  tirefouie  toil  pnrfue. 
%  Short  be  your  fleep,  and-  coarie  your  fare  j 

In  vain,  'till  God  has  blefs'd  ; 
Br.tif  his  fmiies  attend  your  care, 

You  fhall  have  food  and  reit. 
4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  veal  bieflings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 

If  lent  without  his  love. 

PSALM    CXXY-IU.     Common  Metre- 
Family  blejfings. 
I    Q  HAPPY  man,  whofe  foullsfill'd 

With  zeal  and  reverent  awe? 
His  lip"-  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His.life  adorns  the  law. 
.2  A  careful  providence  (hall  (land 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  blel7in£s  (bed. 

3  Thy  wife  <haii  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children,  round  thy  board, 
Each,  like  a  plant  of  honour,  fr.ir.e, 
An i?  leai  n  to  U'.w  the  I,  >rd. 


I*   S   A    L    M    3.  %"y\ 

*•  The  Lord  (hali  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 
For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord,>who  dwells  on  Zion's  bill,. 
Shall  fend  thee  blefiings  home. 
¥  This  is  the  man  who fe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his  h'oufe  increafe, 
Shall  lee  the  finking  church  ari!er 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM    CXXIX.     Common  Metre-.- 
Perfsctitorp  punifieA. 

i  TJP  from  rriy  youth,  may  ITrael  fays 
Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  dayr 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 
2'  Up  from  mv  vouth  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  fons  of  ft  rife  J 
Oft  they  alfail'd  my  riper  age^ 
But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 

3  OVr  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  exprefs'd ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  hearty 
Nor  let  my  forrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne. 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 
MeafurM  the  mifchiefs  they  had  dener 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  Kov-v  was  this-infolence  furpris'dr 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll '- 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zlon  reis'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  (hall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 

Be  blafted  from  the  fity  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints,, 
And  all  their  profpefts  die. 
£?  What  though  they  flcurifh  tall  and  fair,. 
They  have  as* root  beneath  ? 


25 2  PSALMS. 

Their  growth  fhall  periih  in  defpaiu" 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  deathj. 
(8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  ftanrts; 
No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  fhall  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  iheaves.j 
PSALM    CXXX.     Common  Metre- 
Pzr  dotting  grace. 

i    QUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftre Is, 
The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  (hall  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thme  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  fleih  could  ftand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
[4  I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 
With  ftrong  defires  I  wait  \ 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word; 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate  ] 

[5  Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  nigur 
Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  fir  lb  beams  of  breaking  Ugbr, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes; 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And,   more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  openings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grac-. 


PS'AL  li   S.  255 

There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enflav'd ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  Ms  Son  ; 

And  Ifrael  fhall  be  fav'd. 

PSALM    CKXX.    Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace. 

jJH*ROi\J  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts- 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries ; 
If  thou  feve rely  mark  our  faults 
No  flefh  can  fland  before  thine  eyes. 
I  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace,, 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there. 
That  finners  may  appreach  thy  face, 
And  hope  arid  love,  as  well  as  fear. 
j  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day — 
5o  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate ; 
V/hen  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  id  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fours  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
He  turns  oar  feet  from  finful  ways. 
And  pardoaas  what  cur  hands  have  done. 

i-SALM   CXXXI.    Common  Metre. 
-  Humility  and  fubmiffisK. 
1  JS  there  ambition  in  ray  heart  ? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  aft  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lofd,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
\  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftiif, 
And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
CojBtent,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  pe&cefiil  as  a.cMld. 


2~5'V  .    PS  A  £  M  Sv 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mitd^ 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 

Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 

And  trull  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALTVTCXSXII.  ver.  5,  13,-18.  LongrMfetl 

At  the  fettle  ment  of  a  church  ;  or,  The  Qrdin.\Uor. 
of  a  jjzinifter. 

1  WHERE "fhailwe-go'to-feek  and  fln d: 

An  habitation  for  our  God  ; 
A  d -.veiling  for  th'  eternal  Mind, 
Among  the  fons  of  flelh  and  blood*. 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 

Of  Zioe  for  his  ancient  reft  j 
And  Zion  U  his  dv/elling  ftill, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bleft. 

3  u  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

"  And  reign  for  ever/'  faith  the  Lord  ; 
11  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  ind  love  be  known, 
11  And  blellings  fhall  attend  my  word. 

4  "  Hv^re  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

u  And  till  their  fouls  with  living  bread  ;- 
**  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
"  With  fweet  provifions  fhall  be  fed. 

5  "  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  <^rac 

"  My  prie,fts,  my  minifters,  (hall  mine  : 
Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 
"  Appears  Co  glorious  and  divine. 

6  "  The  faints,  unable  to  eontaln 

"  Their  inwa id  joys,  mall  fhout  and  fmg 
"  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
"  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King." 
[7  Jefus  P.iall  fe?  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here,  t'uphold  his  glorious  name  ^ 
Kis  crown  fnall  jkmrifli  on  his  head,       j     J 
While  all  his  foes  are  cloath'd  with  fhame 

i 


F-S  A  L  M-S«-  2S> 

SAiM    CXXXIL  :ven4,   5,   7,  $&&?&** 
Common  Metre. 

A  church  efiablifbeiL 
I  *JO  ileep-nor  flumbar  to  his  eyes 
Good  David  would  afford ,  - 
'Till  he  had  found  below  the  .ikies 

A  dwelling  for  the  LorrL 
The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  iiame, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
And  there  rV  affembled  natien,came? 

To  worfhip  thrjlce  a  yegr. 
We  trace; no  more  thofe  toilfome-waysy- 

Nor,  wander  far  abroad  ;  ■ 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is, a  kqufe.for  God..} 

PAWS  E^ 
4  Arife,  G'  King  of  grace  arife, 
And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  !  jthy^harch  -waits  withiengkig  eyes^ 

Thus  to  be  own'ij  and  blefs'd. 
Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word.; 
All  that  the  .ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fucb .grace  afford. 

Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows., 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  ofthvjhoufe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 
Here  let- the  Son  ef^David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  Urine  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his- court  maintain, 

With  love,  .and  pow'r.  divine. 
Here  iet  him  hold  a  lafting  throne  ; 

Andas  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  (hail  ad«rn  his  crown, 

AnJ  fliatae  eonrbutjd  his..fo2e.. 


256  PSALMS. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXXIII.  Common  Metre. 

Brotherly  love. 

1  L°  '   what  an  entertaining  fight 

Thofe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love. 

2  Where  ftreams  of  blifs  from  Chrift  the  fprin, 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heavenly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  *Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev* rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  fsety 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  plearant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  bill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  (hews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM   CXXXIXI.    Short  Metre. 

Communion  of 'faints  /  or.  Love  aui  -wsrjfjip  a 
family. 

1  "gLESS'D  are  the  fons  of  peace, 

Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
V/hofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pieafe 
Through  all  their  a&ions  run. 

2  Blefs'd  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vow. 
Make  their  communion  fweet- 

j,  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pliafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 

The  faints  are  blefr/d  2bove, 


PSALMS.  257 

Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diftils, 
And  ali  the  air  is  love. 

PSALM    CXXXIII.     As  the  1 22d  Pfalm. 

The  blejf/tngs  of  friend/hip, 
£JOW  pleafant  'tis  to  lee 

Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  vi  his  proper  ftation  move, 

And  each  fulfill  his  part 

With  fympathifing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 
>Tis  like  an  ointment  fhed 

On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet; 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

Diffused  a  choice  purfume, 
Ran  thro*  his  robes,  and  blefs'd  his  feet , 
3  Like  fruitful  mowers  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighbouring  hills  J 

Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Thro'  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love,  like  beav'nly  dew,  diftils. 
Repeat  the  firft  franza  to  complete  the  tune, 

PSALM   CXXXIV.  Common  Metre. 

Daily  and  nightly  devotions. 
YE  tnat  ODey  th'  immortal  King, 

Attend  his  holy  place; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  hispow'r, 

And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 
Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 

Above  the  ftarry  Iky. 
The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ni-ng  grace ; 


2  $8  PSALM*  S-. 

The  God  that  fnreads  the  heav'ns  abroad^. 
And  rules  the  fwelling  feas. 

PSALM    CXXXV.    ver.  i,—4,  14,  19, — : 
Firit  part.    Long  Metre. 
The  church  is  Cod's  hcufe  and  care. 

1  pRAlSE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 

While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  hou'e  belong, 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Pralfe  fS  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good; 

To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,,  and  ftill 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints; 

He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  'r 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints^ 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,    and  breaks  the  oppreifor's  rod; 
He  gives  his  furfering  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 

People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  hfe  faints  he  ever  dwells; 
His  church  is  in  Jerufalem. 

PSALM    CXXXV.  ver.  5, — **•  Second  part 

The  -works  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  3 

Ifraely  and  dejiruclion  of  enemies. 

1  QREAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 

Above  all  powers  and  every  throne  ;. 
Whate'er  he  pleafe  ia  earth  and  fea, 
Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnings  fiafti,  the  thunders  roar; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempeft  from  his  airy  ftore. 


PSALMS  25:^- 

Twas  hs  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fenf, 

O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  all  th#:6riVborn,.beafts  and  men, 

Fell  dead  by  his-  avenging  hand,: 
What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 

He  flew,  and  their  wbo:e  country  gave 
To  Irael,  whom  his  hand  redeemed, 

No  more  to  be  proud  Pharoah's  flave  ! 
tlis  pow'r  the  famey  the  fame  his  grace, 

That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell  : 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poiTefs, 

Whence  thofe  apoftate  angels  fell. 

PSAL  M<   CXXXV.    Common  Metre. 

Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 

^WAKE,  ye  faints — To  praife  your  Kipg 

Your  fweeteft  paffions  raife  ; 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  ling., 

Increafing  with  the  praife. 
Great  is  the  Lord  'r  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ : 
But  ftill  his  fafrits  are  near  his  throne, 

His  treafure  and  his  joy. 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  confefs  his  hand  % 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife  i 
Lightening  and  ftorm,  at  his  command, 

Sweep  thro*  the  founding  ikies. 
All  power  that  gods  or  kings  ha»re  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone  j. 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nani^d 

Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 
Which  of  the  ftock3  and  ftones  they  truft 

Can  give  them  fcow'rs  of  rain? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glittering  daft, 

And  pray  to  God  in  vain, 
i  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpe  e  chiefs  pro  ve? 

Saob  as  their  makers  gave  : 


: 


20O  T    S   A   L   M   S. 

Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move 
Nor  hands  have  power  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  that  watt  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they  ] 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 

He  makes  the  churches  his  aboee, 

And  claims  your  honours  there. 

PSALM    CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

God's  wonders  of creation ,  providence,  redemp- 
tion of  Ifraely  and  fdvation  of  his  people. 

i    QIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord] 
li  His  mercies  ftill  endure  ;" 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  adoi'd, 
"  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ! 

M  How  might?  is  his  hand?" 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  he  frara'd  alcne  ; 
il  How  wide  is  his  command  I" 

3  The  fun  fnpplies  the  day  with  light; 

4i  Hew  bright  his  counfels  Paine  I" 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night  ; 
M  His  works  are  all  divine/' 

[4  He  ftrvck  the  fons  of  Egvpt  dead  ; 
u  How  dreadful  is  his  rod  \" 
And  thence,  with  joy,  his  people  led; 
"  How  gracious  is  our  God  \" 

5  He  cleft  the  fwellingfea  in  two; 

"  His  arm  is  great  in  might;" 
And  gave  ths  tribes  a  palTage  through  ; 
44  His  pow'r  and  grace  unite.'" 

6  But  Pharoah's  army  there  he  drown' d  ; 

44  How  glorious  are  his  ways  V 


PSALMS.  26l 

And  brought  his  faints  through  defe rt  ground  I 

44  Eternal  be  his  praife." 
Great  mcnarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

"  Victorious  is  his  fword  ;" 
While  Ifrael  took  the  promised  land  ; 

44  And  faithful  is  his  word."] 
He  faw  the  n?.tions  dead  in  fin  ; 

"  He  felt  his  pity  move  '/' 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  I 

"  How  boundlefs  was  his  love." 
He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe  ; 

u  His  goodnefs  never  fails  \" 
From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 

"  And  ftill  his  grace  prevails." 
Give  thanks  to  Gedr   the  heav'nly  King  \ 

44   His  mercies  £1  ill  endure  ;" 
Let  the  whole  earth  bis  praiies  fing; 

44  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

PSALM    CXXXVI.     As  the  148th  Pfahr:. 
QIVE  thanks  to  God  molt  high, 

The  nniverfal  Lord; 

The  fov' reign  King  of  kings  ; 

And  be  his  grace  adored. 

4t  His  pot.v/r  and  grace 
44  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
44   And  let  his  name 

4'  Kaveendlefs  pr^ire. 
How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done  1 
He  formed  the  earth  and  :eas, 
And  fpread  the  heavens  alone. 

44  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
44  Shall  ftill  endure; 
44  And  ever  fure 

44  Abides  thy  word.-*! 
His  wifdom  fram'd  the  ffen 
To  crown  the  da,y,  wkh  light ; 


202  P   S   A   t  M   S. 

The  moon  and  twinkling  ftari 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night, 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
«  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
<c  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife" 
[4  He  fmote  the  firft-born  Ton.':, 
The  flow'r  of  Egyp*,  dead ; 
-And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  Jed. 
14  Thy  me  rev,  Lord, 
M  Shall  ftill  endure.; 
"it  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word.'' 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 

Cleft  the  Red-feann  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wondrous  paifage  throng*-!, 

11  His  powVand  grace 
u  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
il  And  let  his  name 
M  Have  endlefs  praife." 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there, 

With  all  his  hoft,  he  droAvn'd  ; 
And  brought  his  rfrael  fafe 
Through  a  long  derert  ground 

4<  Thv  mere  ,  Lord, 
44  Shall  ftill  endure; 
**  And  ever  fuire 

"  Abides  thv  word" 


■PAUSE. 

7  The  kings  ofCanann  fell 

Beneath  his  d-eadful  hand  ; 
While  hiTown  fervants  took 
pofleflion  of  their  land. 

"  His  p>ow'r  and  grace 
**  Arc  ftill  the  fame  ', 


P   S   A   t   M  «■  2  6 J 

"  And  let  ht3  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife."3 
He  faw  the  nations  lie 

All  perilling  in  fin, 
And  pity'M  the  fad  ftate 
"The  ruin'd  world  was  ha, 

u  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  (till  endure.; 
*s  And  ever  fure 

i{  Abides  thy  wbr&!** 

)  He  fenthis  only  Son 

To  fave  us  From  our  w'©e, 
From  Satan,  fin,  and  death. 
And  ev'-y  hcrtrui  foe, 

li  TLfc  pow'r  ard  grace 
"  Are  Vdli  8*e  ^k- 
"  And  let  ais  name 

il  Hare  endless  prcLe/: 
o  Give  thanks  al6ud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heavenly  King; 
And  let  the  fpitcious  earth 
His  works  and  gloria?  Gag. 

"  Thysnercv-,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  5 
"  And  ever  fore 

u  Abides  thy  word/*' 

SAL'M  CXXXVL  Abridged.  Long  Mete, 
QIVE  to  our  Cl&d  immortal  praifel 
Mercy  and  truth  aie  all  br,  ways  : 
■*<  Y/onders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  vonribng-" 
Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renowr," 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
■"  His  mercies  ever  fh.-di  er.dure,    [more** 
44  When  lord:  and  kings  are  known  »o 
He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  /ky,     . 
And  .fbi'd  the  ftarcv  lights  on  diefa  : 


264  PSALMS. 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Rspeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night; 

11  His  mercies  ever  mall  endure,    [more.- 
tl  When  funs  and  moons  mail  fhine  no 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharoah's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  ; 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
w  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  ! 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  morel 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave. 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  foag." 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  feat : 

"  His  mercies  ever  {hall  endure, 

M  When  this  vain  world  mall  be  no  more.'* 

PSALM    CXXXVII. 

The  Babylonian  captivity. 

1  A  LONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  curren 

flows,  [ftray'c 

Our  Captive  bands  in  deep  defpondence 
While  Zion'o  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 
Her  friend?,  her  children,  mingled  with  a 
dead. 

2  The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  witB  joy  we 

flrung,  [the  la^ 

When  praife  employed,  and  mirth  infpir'd 

In  mournfal  filence,  on  the  willows,  hung; 

And  growing  grief  prolong' d  the  tedious  da 


PSALMS.  205 

The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe. 

With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim  J 
Bid  facred  praife  in  ftrains  melodious  flow, 

While  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's 
name. 
But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  Ifrael's  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ! 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  terreftrial  throne, 

Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife. 
If  e'er  my  memory  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  deftruction  feize  this  guilty  frame  ; 

My  hands  fhall  perifh  and  my  voice  Ihai'l- 
ceafe. 

Yet  fliall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay, 

His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM   CXXXVIII. 

Reftoriag  and  preferving  grace. 
S^ITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 

I'll  praife  my  Makes*  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  mali  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

i  Angel-,  that  make  thy  church  their  care 

Shall  witoefs  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  ikies.] 
I'll  ling  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lore,, 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  cf  thy  wcri  ! 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below. 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  fhow. 

To  God  I  Cfy'd  when  troubles  rofe  ,8 
Ke  heard  me  and  fubdued  my  foes; 
He  did  ray  *?ifingfears  ccntrouh 
And  ftrengtli  difius'd  throuat:  all  mv  wa 


206  PSALMS. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great; 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 

The  humble  fouls  that  truft  his  grace- 

6  Amidft  a  th'oufand  fnares  I  ftand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM    CXXXIX.    Firftpart.   Long  Metre. 
The  all  feeing  God. 

1  J^ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro' ; 

Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifing  aad  my  refting  hours, 
My  heart  and  fiefh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftin&ly  knowiij 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break, 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  ftand, 
On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand ; 
Awake,  afieep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great '. 
What  large  extent!  what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpe«ft  loft. 

5  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breast , 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft; 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  pafiions  dare 
;«  Confeot  to  fin,  for  God. is  there," 


PSALMS. 

p  a  u  s.e  the  firft. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faitblefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy'prefence  flum, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ! 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  tho\i  dwell' it  enthroa'd  in  light  5. 
Or  dive  to  hell — there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  weftern  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive, 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  mun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Wo  aid  kindle  darknefs  into  day, 

10  u  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  po fiefs  my  breafiy 
**  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  1 

il  Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

pavse  the  fecond- 

11  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife,. 

To  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes  j 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro'  midnight  fhades  as  biasing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 

Great  God,  they're  both  arike  to  thee, 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

j  3  "Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  po  fiefs  my  breaft, 
il  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  i 
il  Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
"■  Confent.  to  fin,  for  God  i»  there." 


266 

PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

Th  e  wo  nde  rfu  I  format io  n  of  man. 
t   'TWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fhine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  fkill  divine. 
2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
^hou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
orrn'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 
j  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
.nd  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
"he  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 
At  lad,  to  fhew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And,  in  foine  unknown  moment,  join'd 
The  fniilVd  members  of  the  mind. 
5-  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man, 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age, 
I've  arted  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  make>  the  more, 
Before  my  fwiftelt  thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

'hefe  on  my  heart  are  Hill  imprefr, 

"ith  thefc  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft ; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  Lis  love  poffefs  my  mind. 


PSALMS.  «i\ 

?SALM  CXXXIX.  Third  part.  Loag  Metre. 

Sincerity  profeffed,  and  grace  tried;  or,  The  heart- 

fearching  God. 
i  MY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will? 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendsus  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  every  thought— - 
Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecFet  mifchief  lurk  within? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 

O  !   turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

God  is  even  "where. 
i  T^-all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,   Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  riling  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  fcrm'd  within ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  Oh  1  wondrous  knowledge  !  deep  and  high  1 

Where  can  a  creature  hide? 


206 

P   S  A  L   M    5. 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Inclos'd  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secured  by  fov'reign  love, 
p  a  u  s  E. 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire. 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ?-— 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 

In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 
Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 
j       To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
;  Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 

And  make  the  grave  refign. 
'  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  weir, 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  nay  flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 
9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light, 
io  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  :— 
Oh  !   may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXXIX.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

i    The  -wifdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  tram. 
'■  ^fHEN  I,  with  pleating  wonder,  (land, 
And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord  !  'tis  thy  work— I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 
2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poffefiM 
Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 


P   S   A   L   M   S.  2/l 

Thy  wifdom  ail  my  features  trac'dr 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  every  part  ; 
'Till  the  whole  fcheme,  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  eopy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind, 

Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  flcill ; 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  ihine, 

My  flelh.  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  ver.  14,  17,  i3.  Third  part, 
Common  Metre. 

The  mercies  of  God  innumerable, 

An  evening  pfalm. 

1  J^ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 

They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  ; 
K.st  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore, 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  flefti  with  fear  and  wonder  ftands, 

The  produft  of  thy  Ikill ; 
And  hourly  blefiings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep ; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
Oh  !  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

PSALM    CXL.    Common  Metre. 
1  pROTECT  us.  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  !        j 
Behold  our  riling  woes; 
We  truft  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  ftatter  all  our  foes. 


272  PSALMS. 

2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifoa'd  dart, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile, 
While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare, 
Supplies  our  conftant  aid. 

4  Let  falfehood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  tafte  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  delufion  end. 

5  With  daily  bread  the  poor  fupply ; 

The  caufe  of  juftice  plead  ; 
And  be  thy  truth  exalted  high, 
With  Chrift  our  glorious  head. 

PSALM    CXLI.     ver.  2,-5.     Long  Metre. 

Watcbfulnefs  and  brstherly  love. 

A  morning  or  evening  pfalm. 

1  MY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  evening  facrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rafh  and  heedlefs  word ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  paths  where  finners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  (tray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way, 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  fried, 
Shall  never  bruife  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief, 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions  prove, 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love 


PSALMS.  273 

PSALM    CXL1I.     Common  Metre, 
God  is  the  hope  cf  the  helplefs, 
pO  God  I  made  my  forrows  known , 

From  God  I  fought  relief; 
'.a  long  complaints  before  his  throne 

I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 
Ay  foul  was  o'erwhelm'd  with  woes, 

My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,  who  ail  my  burdens  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 

Qn  every  fide  I  eaft  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  ftrangers  palVd  me  by 

Neglected  or  unknown, 
rhen  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
4  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 

"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 
-ord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
Vnd  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 

I've  an  almighty  Friend, 
^roni  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  mall  I  praife  thy  name, 
kad  holy  men  fhall  join  with  me, 

Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM    CXLIII.    Long  Metre, 

otnplaint  of  heavy  affl iQ ions  in  mind  and  body* 
^Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 

Hear,  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
Lnd  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne— 
>h!  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  knowc. 
^et  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs ; 
»ehold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  gr2ce~_ 
houid  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
Ionian  alive  is  guiltlefs  there.'  M  z 


266 

274  PSALMS. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me; 
My  wafting  life  draws  near  the  grave; 
Make  bare  thine  arm — thy  fervant  fave. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen — 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  j 

My  thoughts  in  muling  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fphits  up  ; 

I  flretch  my  hands  to  Goo  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  land  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn — 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  prisoner  to  the  grave; 

My  heart  grow*  faint  and  dim  mine  eye ; 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  tc  my  tears, 
Diftreftlng  pains,  diftraeting  fears ; 
Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice  ? 

9  In  thee  I  trufr,  to  thee  I  iigh, 
And  lift  my  wearied  foul  on  high, 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

id  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  (how 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  ihall  go  : 
If  fnares  and  fees  befet  the  road, 
I  flee  tc  hide  me  near  my  God. 

\i    Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  beav'niy  bill « 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
tiouduLt  rv:  to  '-hy  court?  above- 


PSALMS.  577 

12  Then  ihall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  ihall  rage  in  vain  ; 
And  fiefh,  and  fin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

PSALM     CXLIV.      ver.   1,  2.      Pirft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

^jfiftance  and  victory  in  the  fpiritual  warfare. 

1  JPOR  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  werd, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  With  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inftrufts  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 

My  fainting  hope  ihall  raife ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vieVry  mine, 
And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 

PSALM   CXLIV.     ver.  3,  4,   5,  6. 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  vanity  ofmany  and  the  condefcenfton  of  Gad. 

1  LORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 

Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
His  life  a  ihadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hailing  to  the  duft. 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  all  his  finful  race, 
That  God  would  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ! 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  fhakes  the  world  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown, 
Hew  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 


26676  r  S  A  L  M  s. 

PSALM    CXLIV.   ver.12,— ij.     Third 
Long  Metre. 

Grace  above  riches ;  or,  The  happy  nation. 

1  HAPPY  tlie  c*ty'  wnere  tneir  *°ns» 

Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  poliftYd  ftones, 
Give  flrcngth  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

2  Happy  tho  land  in  culture  drefs'd, 

Whofe  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafi 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reft, 

Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd  ; 

But  more  divinely  blefs'd  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all-fufiicient  God, 
Himfelf,  with  all  his  grace,  beftows. 

PSALM    CXLV.     Long  Metre. 

The  great nefs  of  God. 

1  ^/[Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 

Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  ray  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  dream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'rcign  glory  fhine, 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  found  and'honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceflion  of  thy  praife  ; 


PSALMS.  277 

And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 
6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  deeds? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds : 
Vaft  and  unfearchabie  thy  ways,- 
Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

PSALM  CXLV.  ver.  1.— 7,  11,-13.  Firftparf,' 

Common  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1  LONG  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 

My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 
My  work  and  joy  lhall  be  the  fanae 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknows, 

And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
I'll  ling  the  honours  of  his  throne,  i 
Thy  works  o£-grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  mall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  thg't  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  mall  teach  thy  name. 

And  children  learn  thy  ways; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim , 

And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'oly  ilatej 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6  The  world  is  managed  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  } 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  Irands, 
.  Though  rocks  and  hills  remove, 


!    2?8  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CXLV.    ver.    7,  &c.    Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  goo d»e fs  of  God. 

i  1   gWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
My  God ,  tny  heav'nly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  Ikies; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fmnes 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  '. 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endiefs  race, 

Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim 
But  faints,  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM    CXLV.  ver.  14,  17,  ire.  Third  part, 
Common  Metre. 
Mercy  to  fuferers  ;  or,  G«A  hearing frayer. 

1  LET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 

Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raiie  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  for  row  bows  the  fpirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppre (Tor's  frown. 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 


PSALMS.  279 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  beft  wifhes  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercies  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere ; 
He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 

Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 
[6  His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  fn  all  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  : 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  ihall  fay, 

"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

[7  My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.} 

P  S  A  L  M  CXLVI.    Long  Metre, 
Praife  to  God  for  his  goo  tine fs  and  truth. 

1  pRAlSE-ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join 
In  work  fo  plea  fan  r,  fo  divine  ; 
Now  while  .the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

STPraife  fhall  employ  my  noblefl:  pow'rs, 
^yhile  immortality  endures  ; 
My  days  of  praife  ihall  ne'er  be  pafT, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  laft. 

3  "vVhyfhonkl  I  make  a  man  my  trufl? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  dun:  % 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifn  in  an  hour. 

4^Kappy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God  ;  He  made  the  fky? 


280  PSALMS. 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  ftiall  find  his  promife  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure ; 

He  faves  th*  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  lends  the  lab'rin*  confcience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  reft  ores  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  mind  j 
He  helps  the  ftracger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

PSALM    CXLVII.     As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm. 

Praife  to  God  for  his  gooducfs  and  truth. 
I  J-'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 

And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  (hall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praife  ihall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 
Why  ihould  I  make  a  man  my  truft; 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  fleih  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifti  in  an  hour  : 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 
Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God :  He  made  the  fky. 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train ; 
His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  : 
He  faves  th'"  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  ponr, 

And  none  fnall  find  his  promife  vain. 
4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mhsd  ; 


PSALM  S.-  28l 

He  fends  the  laboring  confcieace  peace ; 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  fweet  releafe, 
j  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  y 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 
j  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death , 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  lhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

?  S  A  L  M    CXI.VII.    Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
The  divine  nature,  providence,  and  grace. 

1  pRAISJE  ye  the  Lord :  'tis  good  to  raife 

Out  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight* 

2  The  Lard  builds  up  Jerufalera, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul. 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

5  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames., 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  < 
His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

[  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  j 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 
pause. 

i  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  Iky: 


282  PSALMS. 

There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcexd  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  field  with  corn  ; 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  Ikill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  a«5tive  limb  1 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 

He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM    CXLVII.    Second  part.   Long  Mett 

Summer  and  -whiter. 
I  £,ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

And  make  his  honours  known  abroad; 
For  fweet  the  joy  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 

2  Our  children  live  fecure  and  blefs'd; 
Oar  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft ; 
Pie  feeds  our  fons  with  finelt  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleflings  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
■    The  early  and  the  latter  rains  : 

His  flakes  of  fnow,  like  woul,  he  fends. 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  ; 
His  haiis  defcends  with  dreadful  found  : 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  diifolves,   th»  waters  flow  ; 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 


PSALMS.  283 

Thro*  all  our  ftates  his  laws  are  fhown ; 
His  gofpei  through  the  nation  known  ; 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  :  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXLVII.  ver.  7,-9,   13,— 18. 

Common  Metre. 

The  feafons  of  the  year. 

"\yiTH  fongs  and  honours,  founding  loud, 

Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high, 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 

And  waters  veil  the  iky. 
He  fend  his  fhow'rs  of  blefling  dowa 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
Hs  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown 

And  corn  in  v allies  grow. 
He  gives  the  gracing  ox  his  meet, 

He  hears  the  ravens'  cry  ; 
But  man,  who  taftes  his  fineft  wheat, 

Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  ftiort  his  race, 

And  wint'ry  day  appear. 

His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Defcendand  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 

In  icy  fetters  boxxnd. 
When,  from  his  dreadful  ftores  on  high, 

He  pours  the  founding  bail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 

Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  fpring  return. 


284  PSALMS. 

8  The  changing  wind  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours,  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov' reign  Lord. 
PSALM    CXLVIII.     Proper  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 
t   Ve  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angel*  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 
(t  Thou  fun,  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light- 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly, 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  mining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 
By  his  fupreme  command- 
He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came, 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  paft, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 

Indifferent  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wondrous  uame, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 


PSALMS.  2§5 


P  A  U  S  E. 

et  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monlters  of  the  deep, 
"■he  fifti  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep, 

From  fea  and  more 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay ' 

Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

e  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th7  almighty  Lord  3 
nd  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightings  lhine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 

His  hand  divine. 

e  mountains  near  the  the  ikies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
nd  trees  of  humbler  flze, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  3 

Beafts,  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
i  In  various  forms, 
Exalt  his  name, 
e  kings,  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King  5 
nd  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heavenly  honours  ling  j 

Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  and  ftate 
IVIake  you  forget 
His  pow'r  fupreme. 

irgin",  and  youths,  engage 
To  found  his  pratfe  divine, 
rhile  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  j«I=v 


286  PSALMS. 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 

In  endlefs  ftrains. 

io  Let  all  the  nations  fear, 
The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  ; 

While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  mall  raife 
His  honours  high. 

PSALM  CXLVIII.  Paraph rafed.  Long  Met: 
Vniverfal  praife  to  God. 

i   LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lcrd, 

From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwe 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folernn  word, 

And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 
Note,  This  pf aim  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  ofi 
eld  lllth  orl2~thfpalm,  ifthejetivo  lines  be  ada 
te  every  Jtanze,  viz. 

li  Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
"  But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife." 
Other-wife  it  tnujl  be  fung  to  the  ujual  tunes  of  t 
Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns ! 

Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  : 
Sing  of  his  lo»e  in  hea%i;,nly  ftrains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  ef  Pinning  blifs  i 
Fit  though  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams,  compared  to  Lis. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempeftr,  and  his  fame 

In  founds  of  dreadful  pvaife  declare  ; 


PSAL  M  S.  S§7 

Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  v/ayss  agree 

To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire ; 
Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rolling  fe  a, 

In  this  eternal  Cong  confpire. 
Ye  flow'ry  plains,  proclaim  hi?  {kill; 

Ye  vallies,  fink  before  his  eye  ; 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 

Rife,  tuneful,  to  the  neighboring  ficy. 
fe  ftubborn  oak^,  and  {lately  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches,  and  adore  : 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  difFrent  (trains ; 

The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 
fe  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme. 

Who  formed  to  foEgyour  tuneful  voice  ; 
While  the  dumb  filh,  that  cut  the  ftrearn. 

In  his  prote&iug  care  rejoice. 
Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 

When  nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 
)  !  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 

From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  k 
Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ) 
Loud  as  his  thunder  ihbut  his  praife, 

And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 
3ut  faints  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord. 

Are  bound  to  raife  the  noblefl  fong. 
Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  - 
'rem  all  below  and  all  above, 

Sing  hallelujahs 'to  the  fccvd- 


283  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CXLVIII.     Short  Metre. 

Uuiverfal  praife. 

i   J^ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

To  praife  th'  eternal  God; 

Ye  heav'nly  hofts,  the  fong  begin, 

And  found  his  name  abroad.  » 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beam?, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flame?, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours  when  ye  rife-, 

Or  fall  in  fnow'rs  or  mow  ; 
Ye  thunders,  murm/ring  round  the  fkies. 
His  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
But  faints,  that  tafle  his  feVfoglove, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  belt, 
p  a  v  s  e  the  firft* 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  ov--e  their  Maker  praife  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monfters  of  the  fess. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fky 

Let  his  high  praire  refound— 
From  humble  ferub«5,  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  6elds  around. 


PSALMS.  Sop 

Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  hearts  that  graze. 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 

And  he  experts  yoar  praife. 
Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praife s  bear; 
Or  fit  oh  flowery  boughs,  and  fing 

Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

1  Ye  reptile  myriads,  jem 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name ; 
And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  fnkie, 
Hii  wondrous  fkill  proclaim. 

2  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd  ; 
But  faints,  that  know  his  heav'nlv  grace. 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 
p  -a  u  s  e  the  fecond. 

3  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  Kir.g— - 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'resgn  hand. 
Whence  ail  honours  fpring. 

4  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 

To  fonnd  his  praifes  feigh  J 
While  growing  babes  and  withering  age 
Their  feeble  voices  try. 

5  United  zeal  be  fhown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  vajie  ; 

God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 

Deferves  our  endlefs  praife., 

6  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  blefr, 
But  faints,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  he.?.* it4 
Should  fing  his  praifes  bef:. 


N 


PSALM    CXLIX.  Common  Metre. 

ProrfeGoJ,  all  his  faints;   cr}  Tit  Jhtxts  juJci^ 

■  the  -world. 

1  ALL?e  that  love  the  Lo— ,    rejoice, 

And  Jet  yourfungs  be  new; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheeriul  voice 
His  later  wonders  fhew. 

2  Tbe  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fiag  ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  jufr, 

Whom  Tinners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The  meek,  that  lie  defpis'd  in  duft, 
Salvation  mail  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  King? 

I/en  on  a  dying  bed  : 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fmg, 
For  God  iliall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  mall  fill  their  tongue?, 

Their  hand  iliall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend,  their  ibngs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

5  When  Chriit  hi:  judgmerrt-feat  afcends, 
And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  friend^ 
Who  hunJbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  -with  iron  rod,. 

Nations  thatdarrd  rebel': 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doctr/d  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  finr.ers,  bound  in  chain5,. 

New  triumph  (hall  afford  ; 
Such  honour  i>r  the  faints  remains ; 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 


I 

p  s  h  l  ms,  ng? 

PSALM  CL.     ver.  i,  2,  6.    Common  Metre, 

Afong  of  pr aife, 
i  JN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 
His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 
To  heav'n   your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Lst  all  your  facred  paiHons  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 

But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 

Your  bigheft  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath. 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blefsr'cf ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  fhall  praife  him  belt. 

The  CHRISTIAN  BOXGLOGY, 
Long  Metre. 
"JO  God  the  Father,  Ged  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praife. and  glory  gir*n. 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  ki  keav'o 

Common  Metre. 
LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Soc, 

And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 

Or  faints  to  ferve  the  Lord. 

Commom  Metre.     Where  the  tztne  includes  tu.9- 
fianzas. 
I. 
•J HE  God  pf  mercy  be  ador'd 

Who  ealls  our  foils  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word,. 
And  new  creating  breath. 
II. 
To  praife  the  Father,  aid  the  Soiv 
diving 


2$2  V  S   A   L    M  8. 

The  One  in  three,  and  Three  in  one. 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

V"  E  angels,  round  the  throne, 

And  faints  that  dwell  below, 

Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 

And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

JvJ  O  W  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro*  all  tiie  worlds  where  God  is  known. 
By  all  the  angels  near  hii  throne. 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  l&tbPfaltn. 

•pO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

To  God  the  Spirit  praife  1 
With  all  our  powers, 
-Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  to  finj-, 
While  faith  aUores. 


-FINIS. 


TABLE 

To  find  any  Psalm  by  the  First  Line. 

A 

Page 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  293 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  ikies  1  7 

Awake,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife  209 
Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows  264 

Amidlt  thy  wrath,  remember  love  73 

Among  th'  affemblies  of  the  great  153 

Among  the  prince?,  earthly  gods  1  59 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  1 53 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools  104 

Are  tinners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  25 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  3  1 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King  259 

Almighty  God,  appear  and  fave  22 

B 

Behold  the  lofty  iky  36 

Behold  the  love,  the  generous  love  66 

Behold  the  morning  fun  37 

Behold  the  fure  foundation- (tone  223 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lo-rd  234 

Behold  us,  Lord,  and  let  otar  cry  105 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes  I  5° 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  187 

Blef-,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  192. 

Bleft  are  the  fons  of  peace  256 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  bear  and  know  1 64 

Bleft  are  the  undefiVd  in  heart  226 


A       TABLE. 

Bieft  is  the  man,  for  ever  b!?ft 
Blefl  is  the  man  whofe  breailcan  move 
Bleft  is  the  man  who  fh-uns  the  place 
Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 

C 
Children,  ia  years  and  kaawledge  youiit 
Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord 
Come,  found  his  pralfe  abroad 
Gome,  let  your  voices  join  to  rcafe 
Confider  all  mv  forrows,  Lord 

? 

David  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength 

Deep  in  ou,r  hearts  let  cs  record 

E 
Early,  my  God,  without  delay 
Exalt  the  Lord  eur  God 

F 
Far  us  thy  name  is  known 
Father,  I  fing  thy  wond'iou?  g.  ;><c 
Father,  I  blefs  t?hy  gentle  hand 
Firm  was  my  healtbj  my  day  was  bright 
Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they 
From  foes  that  round  os  rire 
From  age  to  age  exalt  h\$  name 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  ikies 
From  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts 
For  ever  bleifed  be  the  Lord 
For  ever  mall  my  fong  record 
Fool 5,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay 

G 
God  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King 
God  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth 
God,  my  fnpporter  and  my  hope 
Gqd  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints 
God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down 
God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife 
God  of  eternal  love 


A       T     A      B      L     E. 

Give  thanks  to  Goo,  he  reigns  above 
Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name 
Give  thanks  toGod,-the  fovVeign  Lord 
Give  thanks  to  God  moft  high 
Give  to  our  God  immortal  praife 
Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  Tons  ef  fame  - 
Great  is  the  Lord;  his  works  of  might 
Great  God,  attend  to  my  complaint 
Great  God,,  indulge  my  bumble  claim 
Great  is  the  Lsrd  eurGod 
Great  God,  the  hearVs  well  ord^r'i  frame 
Great  God,  how  oft  didlfrae!  prove 
Great  Shepherd  of  thine  tfraei 
Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  frngs 
Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 

ff 
Happy  the  city,   where  their  fon^ 
Happy  the  ma-a,  whofe  cautious  feet 
Happy  is  he  t&at  fears  the  Lord 
Had  not  the  God  ef  truth  and  love 
fidar  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face 
Hi-a*  what  the  Lord  in  viiion  faid 
Help,  Lord,for  men  of  virtue  fail 
lie  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God 
He  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns 
High  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God 
How  pieafant,  how  divinely  fair 
How  blefs'd  the  man  to  whom  bis  God 
How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 
How  faft  their  guiit  and  {6 -rows  rife 
How  foal!  the  young  fecure  their  hearts 
How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  bear 
How  plsas'd  and  blefs'd  wa*  I 
Haw  awf-I  is  thy  chairing  rod 
How  pleafaat  'th  to  fee 

I 
If. God  foccezi  n»t,  all  the  coft 


A       TABLE. 

If  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny 

.(n  hafte,    O  God,  attend  my  call 

In  Judah  God  of  old  wa1;  known 

In  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftife 

In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee 

In  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praie 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

I  fet  the  Lord  before  rav  face 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 

I  lift  uiy  foul  tc  God 

I  will  extol  thee.  Lord,  on  high 

I  love  the  Lord  :  he  beard  my  cries 

FH  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath 

I'll  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day 

Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word 

Judge  rne,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe 

Judger,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws 

judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 

Jefus,  our  Lord,  afce-id  thy  throne 

Jefus  mall  reign  where'er  the  fun 

Jehovah  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light 

L 
Lord,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro' 
Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mer«ies  o'er 
Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man 
Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days 
Lord,  I  am  thine;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
Lord,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fin  cere 
Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin 
L»rd,  I  would  (piead  my  fore  diftrefs 
Lord,  thou  halt  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land 
Lord,   when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high 
Lord,  what  a  thougbtlefs  wretch  was  I 
Lord,  thou  haft  cali'd  thy  grace  to  mind 


A       T     A     B     L     £ 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 

Lord,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  fhft 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  o»ld 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  fauits 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice 

Let  finners  take  their  courfe 

Let  God  arii'e  in  all  his  might 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak 

Let  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife 

Let  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea 

Let  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice 

Let  all  the  Heathen  writers  join 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight 

Loy  what  a  glorious  Coruer-ftone 

Lord,  lefteem  thy  judgments  right 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name 

M 
My  Saviour  and  my  King 
My  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord 
My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone 
My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprirrgs 
My  God,  my  ererlafting  hope 
My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend 
My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
My  never-ceaiing  long  marl  Ihow 
My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears 
My  truft  is  in  my  heay'nly  Friend 


A       T     A     B     L     E. 

My  God,  permit:  my  tongue 

My  foul,  repeat  his  praife 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife 

My  God,  conScbr  my  diftrefs 

Mv  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows 

My  righteous  .f:m'ge,  my  gracious  God 

>T;>  God,  my  K<ng,  thy  various  praife 

i>!y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name' 

My  God,  the  £eps  of  pious  men 

ftly  refiig?  ic  the  God  of  love 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 

My  fnepherd  is  the  Yivir.g  Lord 

•My  Shepherd  will  -upply  my  need 

Maker  and  fov'reign  L9id 

Mercy  andjudgment  are  ray  fofsg 

Miae  eves  and  my  define 

N 
Now  be  by  be5?t  i:  fpired  to  fing 
Now  mall  my  fclemn  vows  be  paid 
Now  let  our  Hps,  with  holy  fear 
Now  I'm  convrjc'd  the  Lord  is  k'u-d 
Kiv  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  gi'ace 
Now  f:om  the  roaring  lion's  rage 
Nov/  l^t  our  mournful  fo-ngs  record 
Not  to  ourfelvcs,  who  are  but  duft 
N)t  to  onr  n?.m,r,  thou  only  Jjtt  and  True   219 
No  fleep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes  255 

O 
G*  jo  (lice  and  of  g»-ace  I  fing 
O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
O  God  !  to  whom  revenge  belongs 
O  all  ye  nations  rraife  the  Lord 
O  how  I  ljve  thy  holy  law 
O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
O  that  thy  flatuses  ev'ry  hour 
O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
O  happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 


A       TABLE. 

O  thou  that  hear' ft  when  finners  cry 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 

O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries 

O'thou,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 

O  what  a  fiiif  rebellious  houfe 

•O  God  of  my  falvation,  hear 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufhefs 

O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King 

Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul 

OhbleiTed  fouls  are  they 

Gh  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 

Oh  for  a  ihout  of  facredjoy 

Oi^r  God,  Qii.r  help  in  ages  pal? 

Out  ef  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs 

P 
Praife  waits  in  ZVon,  Lord,  f«r  thee 
Praif?  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  ihall  join 
Praife  ye  the.  Lord  :   ^ tis  good  to  raife 
Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  hb  name 
1'referve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 
Prote«5t  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm 

R 
Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  fate 
Hejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lerd 
Return,  O  God  of  lovey  return 

S 
Shew  pity,  Lord ;  O  Lord,  forgive 
Sing,  ail  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands 
Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 
Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zi^n  mine 
Save  me,  O  God,  the  five'! ling  flood* 
Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe 
Sure  there's  a.rigb',:eo.us  God 
Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh 
Soags  of  immortal  praife  belong 


A       TABLE., 

See  what  a  living  ft  one 
Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 
Soon  as  I  heard  mv  Father  fay 

T 
To  eur  almighty  Maker,  God 
To  Ged,  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd 
To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 
To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries 
To  thee,  O'God  of  truth  and  love 
To  God  I  made  my  forrows  known 
To  thine  almighty  arm  we  o-vve 
To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light 
To  God  I  cry'd  wirh  mournful  voice 
The  Lord  my  fnepherd  is 
The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 
The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 
The  heavens  declare  thy  gior-y,  Lord 
The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face 
The  Lord,  the  judge,  before  has  throne 
The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  wains 
The  Lord,  the  Sov'ceigtf,  fends,  &:c. 
The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee 
The  Gcd  of  our  falvation  hears 
The  man  is  ev.cr  blefs'd 
The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now 
The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reign;  en  high 
The  Lord  jehorafc  reigns 
The  Lovd  is  ccme,  the  heavens  proclaim 
The  God  Jehovah  reigns 
The  Lord,  how  wofidftrotis  are  his  ways 
IMie  Lord,  the  Cav'reign  King 
The  wonders.  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought 
7  hee  will  I  Kve,  O  Lord,  my  ilrengtii 
Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord 
Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  G  Lord 
Thy  name,  almighty  Lord 
TV,s  God,  th'  eternal  Father,  fpake 


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Thus  iaith  the  Lord,  Your  work  is  vain  77 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  The  fpacious  fields  93 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord  74 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  210 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  1 14 

Twas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God  130 

>Tis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand  120 

'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  268 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  48 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  224 

Th'  Almighty  reigns,  e-calted  high  183 

Thro?  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God  167 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  Gad  228 

■Pou  God  of  love,  thou  ever-biefr.  240 

PFb ink,  mighty  God,   on  feeble  man  166 

(Teach  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  74 

That  man  is  biefs'd,  who  fcands  in  awe  2 1 3 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  214 

U 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  241 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  243 

Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill  247 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ifracl  fay  251- 

Vain  man,  en  fooliih  pleafures  bent  205 

W 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  265 

With  fongs  and  honours,  founding  loud  2S3 

With  earnell:  longings  of  the  mind  79 

With  reverence  let  the  <aint-s  appear  163 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  18 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  236 

While  I  keep  fden.ee,  and  conceal  60 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  68 

Will  God  for  evercait  us  oir  1 40 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  69 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong  29 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate  248, 

When  God  reveal' d  his  gracious  name  ibid 


A       T     A     B     L     E. 

Wheal,  with  pleafing  wonder,   ftand 
When  Chnft  to  judgment  (hall  descend 
When  overwhelmed  with  grief 
When  lfrael  finn'd,  the  Lord  reprev'd 
When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft 
When  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes 
When  lfrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  bard 
When  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord 
Why  fhould  I  ve:t  my  foul,  and  fret 
Wfcy  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boa.T 
Why  ihould  tiie  mighty  make  their  boaO: 
Why  do  the  proud  aflanlt  the  poor 
Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
Why  has  my  God  my  foul  foifook, 
Why  fhould  the  haughty  hero  bsaft 
Why  did  the  natians  join  to  flay 
Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage 
Why  doth  Bhe  Lord  depart  fo  far 
Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God 
What  fhail  I  render  to  my  God 
Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 
Who  mail  inhabit  in  thy  hill' 
Who  mall  a  tend  thy  heavenly  place 
We  blc:s  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good 
We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore 
Where  fhail  we  go  to  feek  ar.d  find 
Where  fhail  the  maw  be  found 

Y 
Ye  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race 
Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 
Ye  that  deli£»  t  to  ferve  the  Lord 
Yefervant;  of  th'  almighty  King 
Ye  that  obey  the  immortal  King 
Ye  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice 
Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 
Ye  fons  of  pride  that  hate  the  jufr. 
Yct>  Taith  the  Lordj  if  David's  race 


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